Nightfall Audiobook Novels & Stories

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

*Aaron* I trudged through the snow, my boots crunching on the ground as a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just occurred. My heart pounded with a disturbing mix of anger and dread as I neared the lake's edge, now a deceptive sheet of glass shimmering under the relentless winter sun. It seemed cruelly beautiful, concealing the terror beneath its freezing surface. Braxton and Winter might have lost their lives there, and the image kept replaying in my mind—both of them submerged, gasping for air, while I desperately tried to reach them.

At some point I need to process this whole Jack thing, but tonight is not the night for that. I set everything down on the counter in my boring ass kitchen and head to the bathroom to start a bath. I need to decompress and relax so I can get a decent night's sleep. The tub runs while I pour my favorite amber bubble bath in and light a few candles. I head back to the kitchen to grab my food and my phone, figuring I'll try to figure something out about where to go from here.

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

We made love into the night, and at that moment, I knew our lives together couldn't have been more perfect. *** The faint rays of morning sunshine streamed in through the window the following morning, alerting me to the start of a new day. My Alphas were still sleeping, and I needed to speak with Daphne about Balista. This would have to end, and we had to figure out a way to take Rush Balista down… once and for all. We got lucky last night. I don't want to take the chance that he might get lucky and kill someone I love one day.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The night was supposed to be a period at the end of a very long sentence. But as I stood in the quiet of my private study in the Nexus, the city humming like a distant hive outside my window, I realized that for an Auditor, there is no such thing as a finished book. There is only a ledger that hasn't been turned to the next page yet.

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper

it whispered, vibrating with a possessive hunger. A high-pitched ringing shattered my hearing, drowning out the wind and the fire. Fighting to stay conscious was an a futile battle against a suffocating tidal wave of blackness dragging me under. My breath hitched in shallow, failing gasps that barely stirred the air in my collapsing lungs. "No! You follow me, K'tthar!" my father’s voice roared. A chilling, resonant chuckle echoed through the void of my mind. "That's... amusing." Suddenly, the night erupted. A fresh, deafening chorus of monstrous shrieks joined the screams of the dying town, creating a cacophony of the damned that vibrated in the bedrock of the earth itself.

The wind howled viciously and soon fat drops of rain begin to splash against the windowpane. The thunder clapped. It was late at night. Nikaulas went to Nichelle's room to check on her. She was asleep. He sat there in the darkness with her for some time before returning to his room. He glanced at his watch. It was already 11 and she was still out with him. He walked to the window overlooking the entrance and stood there. His eyes measuring the path as far as they could.

I know I will pay the price for this sleepless night in the morning, but I don't care if I can't be one hundred percent and fully awake from the very beginning. I'm definitely paying for staying up late and drinking so much last night. It's six in the morning and I've only had two hours of sleep, but that's not what affects me the most; it's the alcohol, the damn hangover. It feels like someone is drilling into my head. Enzo's voice irritates me. That's why I sent him in the other vehicle. We returned to the airport in five all-terrain vehicles. My men are with me, as well as Muhammad's men, who will escort us to the plane. Before leaving, I thanked him for everything and for not saying anyt