Novel & Cerita Night Road

I need to go, I'll call you later. Roberth comes out singing some song while driving at full speed to his house. Everything conspired against his tastes and wishes, being so upset that he didn't even notice the girl crossing the street in a hurry, without observing life he drove at full speed without looking back. and continued on as if nothing was happening. When he saw it he was on top of Sarah who screamed and dropped her books on the floor. She snorts and goes back to get her books and manuscripts. Roberth gets out of the car and says:

Who would have thought Julia lived out here all alone, and come all the way to the city to work at night, it was kinda tiring. After taking a satisfactory survey of the small house from his car, Nick alighted and slammed the door of his car, it was so quiet in the area, unlike the busy towns in the middle of Ohio. He stood glancing around the cool neighborhood, no one was walking around, even though it was an early morning weekday,

Mia’s POV The night was quiet, Everything was quiet, well, except for the sporadic barking and howling from a few dogs in the neighborhood, and our loud voices as my mom tried to reason with me and change my mind before I break off the engagement and cancel my wedding to Riley Osborne. It’s been two hours since Carrie picked me up from the hospital and ever since I walked through that door, my mom has been firing me with tons of questions, while my dad locked himself in his room, brooding.

Nonetheless, inside the room, a person in a black school uniform was emitting a dark aura while staring intently at the picture of a beautiful woman smiling together with her cute little daughter, sitting on her lap. “Mom, I made a promise to you and Uncle Ben, but...” she gently touched the mirror that shows the reflection of a teenage boy and his obsidian eyes burning on fire. Clenching her palm, she said in a cold monotonous voice, “I, Zitrey d' Nightroad will definitely catch him! I really will!!!” The veins in her forehead bulging with rage were somehow gone when she heard a pleasing and concerning voice of a woman, “Zeth, it's still early in the morning. Did you have nightmares?”

******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early the streetlights were all over the road unshed tears found their way through my cheeks, i was still in my nightwear and I didn't have enough time to actually pick up a sweater to cover up, I was freezing. maybe this is what I deserve maybe this is the universe way to punish me for my sins maybe I am not fit to be in this world Fresh tears fall free w

Derina Night wasn’t supposed to be here. Her father’s warnings still rang in her head, Never cross the bridge. Never give a Coby a reason to know your name. But the bridge called to her like a dare. The rusted iron structure stretched across the river like a scar, separating the pristine world of the Night family’s polished reputation from the shadow-soaked empire of the Cobys. Everyone in their city knew the truth: the Cobys ruled the underworld, and the Nights ruled everything above it. They were oil and fire, dangerous when apart, catastrophic when together.

“The pier. Where it all started. Where we made a baby.” He hummed against my skin. “Possibly the best night of my life.” “You know I was staying pretty much next door to where you live?” “Don’t tell me that,” he said with a groan. I turned in his arms. “The W.” A growl of frustration left him and his forehead fell against mine. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he said with a shake of his head. He turned me slightly. “You can’t see from this angle, but on the other side of the second tower of this complex is the W. It literally is right next door.”

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

Not a single sign of life outside, with the lights in almost all the houses put out. Almost all, because there's that few rebellious homes that stay up till way past midnight. Lior promised that there's a car waiting for us just outside the borders which according to my calculations, shouldn't be any further from here now. Then, like a phantom conjured from the shadows between the ancient trees, Nox appears. I think I perceived the faint smell of whiskey and citrus before we see him. Or maybe that's what my brain wants to believe, who knows? He’s all jagged edges and raw fury, his eyes burning with a brokenness that makes my chest ache despite myself.

Night had settled over London like a soft, dark velvet, smoothing out the jagged edges of the day. The city hummed faintly beneath them, the distant rumble of traffic, the occasional flash of headlights cutting through the dark streets, and the muted conversations drifting from open windows. From the balcony of their penthouse, Amara and Liam watched the lights flicker, each one a tiny promise in the vast expanse of the night.