Night Road Novels & Stories

"Hey, pretty lady." A male voice said, causing me to stare at the person who owns the voice. It's Christmas night, and the only thing that does happen during Christmas night around this area is for young single souls to match themselves up with any other single soul they find across the street. Well! I guess this is what I'm going to do. "Hi," Cornelia replied while trying not to behave annoyingly. "Hey. I'm Kenny Salvador. The guy who can give you a great time." The guy said, before disgustingly winking at me.

After dealing with the paraphernalia of the authorities lifting my mother's corpse, near dusk, I had managed to get Enzo and Giulia to sleep in my room, Adriano's idiot was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to steal a high-end vodka from the collection I had in the bar. There were too many memories in my head, too many questions and I couldn't help but think about how our lives had changed, so I kept drinking until I couldn't, and before I ended up dead in the pool, I got up to go to sleep and halfway I heard the incarnation of the devil talking on the phone.

EVAN Night in Rome doesn’t arrive like it does at home. It doesn’t dim. It doesn’t soften. It drops. One moment the city is still loud with late dinners and scooters and tourists who don’t know when to stop filming each other. The next, the streets narrow into shadow, and the sound changes pitch—less laughter, more footsteps, more doors closing, more engines idling too long. Hospitals have their own version of night. Not darkness—routine. The lights stay the same. The hallways stay bright. The beeping becomes the soundtrack you stop noticing until it changes and your entire body reacts before your mind catches up.

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

He nodded, too weak to argue. I dug the car keys out of my pocket and slid into the driver’s seat. My hands shook as I turned the ignition. The old engine rumbled to life, loud enough to make my heart skip. “Just a normal couple driving at night,” I told myself out loud as I pulled away from the curb. “Nothing suspicious.” But the man beside me was bleeding out, and the city outside felt like a trap closing in. Alex’s breathing grew uneven. “Where are we going?” he asked weakly.

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

Night and I are coming for you. And Andre.. Today will be your fucking end.

After a series of challenges, Emma and Alia successfully evaded the patrolling soldiers around the castle and silently slipped out. Under the night sky, the quiet country road slowly came into view under the glow of their car’s headlights. Although the darkness seemed to offer them some cover, both of them knew that this night would be anything but ordinary. Emma drove an old yet steady vehicle, speeding along the countryside road. The car’s stable hum and the occasional sounds of insects mixed to form a serene nighttime scene.

A space that could be inhabited at the pace she set. The first night was hard in the way that Leo had said the first nights were hard: Nadia woke at two in the morning with a cry that was not quite a nightmare sound but was in the same territory, and Jack was up before he had fully woken, moving toward her room on instinct, which surprised him because instinct was not a mode he had previously identified in himself.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.