Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

Angel out of nowhere asks me, previously sitting near me and with his diaries on the table. —What thing?— I see him dirty , he moves with his head towards the ladies. I shake my head. Nerd. This is every last bit of her, all Fair, I guarantee you, even though I kind of encouraged her to do a ceasefire with Greece earlier today. Angel smiles and glances at it before murmuring, “I'm happy .” I hope it's not steamy. I wake up out of the blue to a chill down my spine, lifting my face from the pages of a Scottish folk book and wiping away the hints of saliva on my cheek and jaw.

She said. I rolled my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend Mom. Just a one night stand remember." I teased. "More reason to yell at him!" TBC Guys....my new book L'ANGELO DELL TERRORE is out on Goodnovel website with a different pen name....Ivycleopatra. Go and read..... 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3

Nigel Senior growled, leaning in dangerously, "before I just have to suck it outta you myself." "You dirty old man," she snapped, rolling her eyes, "don't tempt me." Then, her expression sharpened. She snatched the Book of the Gods, glanced cautiously out the window to make sure the kids weren't eavesdropping, and opened the massive tome to page 269. She waved her palm over it, muttering an incantation under her breath, and words shimmered onto the pages like molten silver. "Whoa..." Nigel Senior gulped, genuinely impressed, his grizzled face lighting up. "You're amazing."

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

I scoffed. "Give me an answer," I sneezed and let go of her hair. I moved backward and noticed that her twin was silently reading a book, it was a chant. She wanted to read my mind, to know who I was. The remaining candle-ignited flame was moving by its waves. I approached her and gripped her neck, with my left hand. I took the book from her, and saw it was the 'Engagement of the dead souls'. I looked at her glowing face, she was looking innocent with a deadly poisonous heart.

The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar.

Broken Into I A cool breeze drifted through Nancy’s open window, teasing the thin curtains. She lay sprawled across the silk sheets, naked, a limb askew, lost in the deep currents of sleep. The moon, a sliver of silver, cast long, distorted shadows across her bedroom floor. A faint clink, barely audible above the chirping crickets, snagged the edge of her subconscious. Her breath hitched, a shallow intake that did little to stir her from her sleep.

Chuckled! “ Well, Yes, Wife… I know who you are. You would remember too if you slowed down on the drinks like I said yesterday.” sexy responded. “Would you like to sit while I give you a recap that might jog your memory on our adventures the night before?” he asked. I sat down and kept my mouth shut before I further embarrassed myself. Ethan’s POV

It was a mouth that hinted at a passionate nature that was carefully, vigorously held in check but once unleashed could be dangerous. I suppressed another shiver, trying not to think of how dangerous it would be to be in bed with Grayson Barlowe. Dangerous and exciting and mind-blowing. I stuffed the handkerchief in my tote bag. ‘I’ll wash it and get it back to you.’ ‘Keep it.’

Amber climbed in, sliding under the duvet beside her best friend, the bed dipping slightly under her weight. She lay closer to the night lamp, flipped open the book, and took a deep breath. She shoved Raven’s voice aside, her wolf seemed to have something to say, some opinion about running back to Mason, and forced herself to focus on the words. Her eyes landed on the first paragraph. "In a land where angels and demons live together…” she muttered aloud, voice quiet and hesitant as she continued reading. Bella shook her head fondly, already drifting off to sleep beside her, breathing evening out into soft, even puffs.