Night Time Story For Adults Novels & Stories

Special Chapter 30: Stories of Old from The Dark Forest of Aubrianne Every night after supper, Damien Wolfsbane would tell Dorin about tales long gone. These are the stories he told him. First Evening As the night got deeper and the food around the fire was consumed, Damien Wolfsbane would ease himself on one of the thick furs scattered in the burrow’s floor and stretch out his long legs. When he is comfortable with the two kits side by side, one curled next to the other, he would give a deep sigh and tell a story...

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"So how about you, why do you love the night so much? Zyair then asked, but instead of an answer, he only watched her pretty smile fade away with sole confusion. She almost let her guard down from this friendly talk; she doesn't know what to say. What if she would say something that isn't known to this world? What if they suspect there's something unusual about her? What if the night sky here wasn't the same as hers? What if? Well, she wasn't able to look at the night sky yesterday, so she has no clue. Was there even or did they even discover;

We don’t talk about amounts in front of her. But she knows, in her small way, that our family doesn’t just live off stories; we pay some of them forward. Eventually, bedtime wins. Dante takes her upstairs, narrating some ridiculous story about a dino‑submarine and a princess with a guitar. I close my laptop, rinse the bowl, and wipe a smear of cheese off the marble. Mundane motions. Miraculous, if I think about the girl I used to be. I lean against the counter and stare out the window at the dark curve of the garden.

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me.

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.

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

Kids always look up to adults because we think they are more mature and understanding, and that they had probably gone through the same shit that we had, and so, they can help us feel better. All Night had heard his entire life was that he was going through a ‘phase’ and that he needed to ‘fix’ himself. Although my parents were strict when it came to academics and culture…I had never had to face that in my life, so I wouldn’t even being to understand the depths of what Night had gone through. But now that it was time for me to face reality and tell my parents about the truth…I could tell how difficult it was going to be and how much courage it must have taken Night to open up to who he was.

I heard giggles and chatter from afar, people were talking, and Ella was part of them. I walked out, amused by the formation and dedicated crowd. “What’s going on?” I asked a wolf at the back. “It’s story night,” the little boy said in a whisper. Never heard of story night, such activities were a myth, no one really told stories at night, and even if they did, it would be parents to their children and not a whole community. I took my seat behind, and I waited for it to begin. So far, people were just chatting among themselves there was no one telling stories.

The people we had dinner with have already left including my father and his personal assistant. "I am not in the mood to go to sleep tonight." My friends left, when they saw me with my brows furrowed deep in a frown. No one talks to me in this atmosphere except for Maleficus, thanks to my father he just turned this evening sleepless for me. "Do you want to hear the love story of an Alpha and his mate?" I raise one brow but didn't make him stop talking I'm not a boy who would fall deep asleep with his stories anymore.