Night Time Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

Rene’s POV The rain beat hard against my bedroom window. I looked over at my empty bed, rubbing the cool emptiness. If Nathan were there, he’d wrap his long legs around me, as he embraced her. “Don’t worry, beautiful. We have to have a little rain if we want the flowers,” he’d always say. I thought about calling Lisa, but changed my mind when I looked at the time on my phone. It was nearly 3 a.m. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand and reached for the remote. After a few times scrolling through the channels, I couldn’t find anything to watch that interested me. I looked at my phone and, without thinking, decided to FaceTime the one person who i thought could be up.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.

“Night is first, which starts at ten. It’s primarily for adults, not because of the drinking, but because of the added danger of the forest. Plus, there are some shady folk who come to trade during Night. But there’s dragons, potions, and enchanted crystals, so you have to come! It’s a huge festival, so it’s impossible to host it at the center of town. Day is next, which starts at six in the morning. Still just as fun as Night, but a lot safer for the family crowds.” “Oh, I have to come?” I teased, tapping my chin. “Well, I suppose it does sound fun.” “And you have the added bonus of driving your mate insane.” She snickered, her eyes shimmering wickedly. “If you ask me, I’d be surprised if h

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement. I have another confession to make. I’m currently crouched and hiding under his bed. The very one that he’s occupying. It’s getting late now, almost two in the morning. It’s been raining outside for nearly an hour. Every time I think he’s asleep, he shifts and mutters something in his sleep.

Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full. Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories. The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb.

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

“There’s something more down there, off to the east. I could feel a rush of wind, air, and the scent of those things.” “The tales of creatures from underground are always of tiny monsters that are like moles or worms.” August headed to the door of the Fogou. “Yes, well, not this time. Maybe they got their stories wrong, huh?” “Maybe.” The evening upon them, August stretched and they both turned toward the crashing in the forest nearby. He focused on Flavius, who couldn’t seem to find anything to do with his hands but wring them together. “What’s your problem?” Flavius shook his head. “I can’t stop shaking.”