Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

A simple text with a simple meaning still sounds so romantic. He's coming to take me with him. How sweet! I smiled, reading the letter over again till it began to make sense to me. He's going to take me back to Vegas? No! No… no way. I'm not going back to my nemesis. Vegas was the root cause of all my problems. I wonder how many more would happen if I should go back. 'I'm not going to Vegas ever. If you insist, I'll call off the contract.' I texted back.

I turned the page and found a title that intrigued me. “The prophecy of the blood moon.” I read it out loud but I furrowed my brows when I realized that almost half of the page was torn off. I was about to read the little that was there when the door opened and Angela came in with some omegas in tow. “Good morning Lady Lea, we would like to clean up if you don’t mind.” Angela said and I looked up at her and smiled, putting the book away. “Sure, no problem. I was just leaving.” I said, getting up from the couch.

His anger tripled when he heard Riguel’s laughter from the other line. In Alejandro’s defense, Gideon needed to at least unwind. And when they said to unwind, it meant he would go pick a woman and spend his time having a happy hour. His irritation with his two best friends vanished when his eyes fell on a beautiful young girl. She was nineteen or twenty years old, perhaps. She looked innocent and frightened all at the same time. It was like she was only forced to do it; that she didn’t really like selling her body, but she just had to.

The sound of his Italian shoes and her stiletto heels echoed in the air as they kept running under the amber glow shining through few lamps on the cobalt stone streets to alleys hiding behind the broken walls when they felt the gangsters were close. Rania couldn’t believe the sudden twist fate had taken when everything was perfectly falling into its place. The thoughts of worst scenarios rushed in her mind bringing her to a halt. She pulled her hand from his grip trying to calm her mind because all of a sudden, she felt suffocated;

" I kissed him for a few moments before he drove away and passed the road leading to the private community again. "Can you tell me how many siblings you have?" I inquired as I fiddled with the hem of my dress. I'm the oldest of three children. Our youngest child is a young lady. She has a strong desire to travel. My parents are unable to stop her; she is determined to learn everything. When we were young, we probably watched Dora together, and that's why she turned out like that. Gala ng Gala (The Gala of Galas) " I laughed at him, then I sat up in my chair again.

Jane looked at us curiously, not knowing what I was talking about—she hadn’t heard Kei’s shouting earlier. “Damn him! He had the nerve to argue, saying he saw the space first, so it’s his. And get this,” she stood up for a moment, pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of her denim skirt, and then flopped back onto the sofa, “He even gave me his freaking number! Said he knows how it works—like, what the fuck? Does he think he’s so handsome? He looked more like a Power Ranger that got left behind in the galaxy!”

She left the stall and found her seat next to him again, drinking on his bottles, soon he'll be a wreck, will the Cross even allow him to continue if he finally breaks? "That was quick?" Nightingale whispered next to her. "He wasn't in the mood" "Serious? I've never heard of a man that can just openly turn a girl like you down Xena?" "Hey, I'm not a vampire with unrivalled supernatural charm, us human girls sometimes fall out the back of the bus you know?" Nightingale snickered at her "What did you do to extra yourself for the Cross?" "I know a few spells that aids my archery"

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to make you a quick cocktail. It’ll heal you up, painlessly.” Whatever it was, it sounding fucking great to her. Hell, it sounded like the best thing ever. Lily wished she had some the first time around. “Okay.” BY THE GODS THERE Nothing more aromatic to ever hit his nose, than this female’s scent. Roses and embers. Something so incredibly unique, so incredibly delicious. Caspius looked at his friends. Some friends they were. A shifter, a vampire and an incubus walk into a bar. Caspius rolled his eyes. Just thinking about their odd pairing sounded like a bad joke.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.