Night Road Novels & Stories

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

He growled and glanced around if he could see him but there was no one in. The lights suddenly went out. And the entire mansion was blacked out. He was looking for it when he came in but couldn’t find it and when he saw them, he didn’t hesitate to disconnect the wires. He was more comfortable fighting in darkness. “Where the Fuck are you? I know you are someone to show yourself. I’m not into your fucking name.” Mio couldn’t see because the lights were turned off. His eyes haven’t settled in the darkness. He was looking sideways if anything was coming for him. Because he couldn’t see anything.

Nora explained again and Lily breathed out nervously before nodding her head. “Trust me, it will be fine. All we have to do is leave for the club now and come back by midnight or before midnight.” “Okay.” Lily replied. “Now smile.” She said and Lily slowly smiled. “Great, what’s the worst that can happen?” Nora asked as Lily stood up. “We can get kidnapped again, Nora. That is the worst that can happen.” Lily replied and Nora rolled her eyes. “We can't. It is not my first time in Atlanta.” She said and walked towards the bed, she picked up the two long coats on it and walked back to Lily.

In the midst of closing the door and turning on the car, Argos knocked on my window. "There's a great diner on the main street called The Dark Room. Check it out if you have the chance," he said before walking away. In no time at all, I put the car into drive and started to drive down the long, round driveway, cranking up the radio and jamming to ‘I'm Gonna Show You Crazy’ by Bebe Rexha. Something about the song was relatable, and I couldn't help but sing along. As I got closer and closer to the town, I could feel the excitement in the air. As soon as I found a parking spot, I turned the car off, grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet, and exited. Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the plaza'

I felt his sperm flowing on my inside but was too weak to nag. He pulled out of me slowly, pulling me into his hands. I just had sex with someone I didn't know. I wasn't even sure if it was real because everything felt like a dream to me. Slowly and peacefully I drifted into slumber stark naked before him. The shadow of a stranger. The next morning, I woke up with a serious migraine because I had a lot of tequila last night. I touched the bedside but no one was there. It was cold indicating that either someone had not been lying there or someone left earlier.

The streetlights passed overhead in dizzying pulses, shadows dancing across my jaw as I stared forward, unblinking. Andy drove like a man possessed, weaving through late-night traffic. A horn blared as he cut off a delivery truck and powered through a red light. Headlights sliced through the darkness. I checked my watch, two forty-one. A smile appeared on my face. Tonight was the night when Ansaldo would dance with death, and I would be the god of death.

The road north bent into darkness that didn’t belong to city maps. Nico drove fast, one hand on the wheel, the other flexing restlessly on his thigh. Sasha sat beside him, head tipped toward the window, watching the world blur. The hum of the tires and the soft rattle of the dash filled what words couldn’t.

Night Malik’s car stopped on the street, a few meters from the minister’s villa, enveloped by the shadows of the trees and the heavy night. The dim yellow lights from the streetlights cast broken lines on the ground, their reflections dancing across the car as if watching everyone come and go.

Emily’s POV I follow the coordinates Zach sent me, ditching my car a few blocks back so no one can trace it. Even though it’s the middle of the night bleeding into early morning, Detroit is still wide awake. Neon lights flicker all around me as I weave between groups of partiers, loud bachelorette parties, and a street drummer pounding away on the corner. The city pulses with energy, but I slip through it all feeling like a ghost.

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.