Night Road Book Review Novels & Stories

Nadia turned pages at regular intervals, her eyes tracing lines she didn't fully absorb. At twelve-forty, the chill of the deep night began to creep inward from the glass windows. Nadia closed her book, the sound small but definitive in the room, and stood up. "Goodnight," she said, smoothing down her cardigan. Caiden looked up from the dying hearth, his dark eyes fixed on her face for a lingering second. "Goodnight," he said.

I’ve never cared enough about anyone in that way so I was clueless. I watched as she got into the bed and I waited till I was sure she was deep asleep before I then went to take my shower. I slipped back into my shirt since there was nothing to change into. Our luggage is still missing. I quietly got into bed on the other side but it wasn’t up to ten minutes when the storm started. Heavy rain slammed against the windows while thunder shook the building. The lights flickered twice and then everything went dark. “I can’t believe this!” Lyra groaned from the other side of the bed while I rubbed my forehead.

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

Madison’s POV Bip bip Bip bip bip Bippppp Why are my mornings always like this? Why can’t I ever sleep peacefully?, It feel like my brain contents were being ran through a meat grinder. Graphic? I know. I can feel the bright presence of the sun rays on my face, I must have forgotten to pull down the blinds yesterday, did I mention that my head was killing me? My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up!!!

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

I said this as I pushed him down from the bed with my leg. *** Author Note. Good day, guys...... I apologize for not posting regularly, but I will resume my daily updates starting today. Please bear with me. Please leave an honest review of this book. A review that includes your thoughts on how the book will end or how it is progressing so far. Thank you in advance.

“Alone at night? Reading a book upon your bed? Dare not and run for your life for if you don’t believe they will come at the stroke of midnight creeping their way unto you. Don’t dare to look under your bed, for they will come at the top of your head.” The words that form of like prose, yet somehow more than a lyric, a warning, but perhaps a poem that she needed to answer. With her eyes, that is as jet black as the darkest corner of the night, hair that’s silky soft, long, but with the silvery marks in return. She wonders while intently looking at the book within her hands, as her only source of light is the bright full moon above, where she also wonders and asks. “Brightens the night, yet h

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Elizabeth The night grew thicker around me as I made my way back home. There was no living chorus to soften the night, only the wind moving through the trees, and the brittle sound of my boots biting into the shallow snow. I had done this so many times, the streets knew me, the roads marked me, the dark anticipated us. And every step I took served to remind me of the reason we had to be in the dark. Every trip on this lonely road, every time I climbed down my bedroom window, it pricked me like sharp ice at my side. It was the wrong way to the right thing. And there was no other option.