Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

Angeline I ended up falling asleep as I read about fighting techniques. Once again, a certain hazel-eyed Alpha popped up in my dreams, and his mouth and fingers did delicious things to my body. To my frustration, just like last time, I woke up before reaching d.icktown. Not even in my dreams could I pop my damn cherry.

“We can do that. Nigel will get the books down that you will need to look over. While I make us all some tea. I feel that none of us is going to sleep much tonight.” “I agree with you, Mom. I know I won’t be able to sleep much, if at all. Nigel, on the other hand, will be the first one to sleep out of us, like always.” I said with a laugh Nigel just made a face at me and went to get the books. She came down with four books in her hand. One was for beginners, and they went up from there. So I picked up the one for beginners. To see what it was about, I grabbed a tablet and a pen so I could take some notes. Mom picked up the photo album and started looking through it. Nigel just sat there play

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

Heartless (Amber POV) "Nigel, I'm here now? Where are you?" I shouted and called Nigel when I entered his office. It's 8 p.m. He said we were going to have dinner outside. Looks like he is not here. I'm from the new branch of Reedelkin in the north. I caught sight of a strange brown notebook, on the table near the glass door. I picked it up and opened it. = Nigel's Note = I read the first page.

he nodded and began looking at the mountain of books behind him, "Here we go, the Nightingale family spellbook." Sam set the text on the counter; I looked at it, "This can't be it; my Aunt Grace said that it was destroyed in a fire after dad died." my head felt like it was going to explode. Picking it up, I see the leather of the book was worn out. I opened to the first page; Granny always said that each owner of the book signed their name on the very first page; scanning over each signature, I came across both Grannys' and my dad's. "Impossible..." I fought back the tears, "How much do you want?" Sam smiled slightly,

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

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.