Nighthawks Cafe Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, Isabella who now?” Frustrated, we all decided to grab a quick bite to eat at a local diner as we had decided to head back to our local Airbnb and try again another day, a diner now known as The Nightingale sat nestled near the borders of town. Nicer than most places we had seen, we decided on checking it out.

The night covers the city of Los Angeles, which is also when the night world reigns. The lights shine in the starry night, at the Night Star bar. A most famous bar in the city of Los Angeles, under the management of the state of Black Eagle. You must have a membership card here to enter, the bar here is only for young masters, powerful ladies or stars to enter. Because it takes tens of millions of dollars to stay here a night. . The music blares, the dim lights make the atmosphere of the bar blurry. People in groups of three and seven chat together, or else come here to find a one-night stand,... at the bar, there are three girls with millimeter-standard bodies sitting and laughing with each

FOUR.4 I had enough chocolate cookies and wine at Courtney's place. She had forced me to eat them all and now I have a runny stomach. She wanted me to have tequila but I bluntly refused before I ended up in another sex escapade with a shadow here in New York. Courtney wanted me to spend the night but I had to leave. I have annoyed Mom a lot in the space of two days. I didn't tell Courtney about the cutie that has a resemblance with the shadow in Vegas, I wouldn't want her whining and awning in my ears like a cat.

“Don’t you agree?” “Then who is?” I exhaled. “I already said yes, and it’s rude to turn him down now. That’s why I need you to come with me. It’s safe if you’re there; please, Nate?” “It’s fine with me,” Katherine said. “Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Just for tonight.” I grinned. “Thank you. Both of you are the best!” It was already seven when we came out of the campus. I texted Anthony about the address, and he replied right away. It was at The Knights—the newly opened restaurant bar near the square.

April. Blue Dawn was a cozy coffee shop in the central business district. It was run by a nice middle aged woman of African American descent. I had been to the place before and loved it for the relaxing and romantic atmosphere created by the light brown themed interior. The employees were nice and the coffee was delicious.

ISLA POV The skyline of Chicago blurred behind the raindrops streaking my hotel window, a thousand lights blinking like quiet promises in the fog. I stood there with a glass of red wine in one hand and my phone in the other, rereading Nathan's last text: "Still at the restaurant. Emergency with the plumbing. I hate missing this. Call you before bed?" It was the second night in a row.

He chuckled. The whole day in the cafe was nice, Friday is when they closes at about nine in the evening, all are said to be tired and fine because there are two shifts. Everything was fine until the night came. "Good night!" Adrian bid him, he had to take the second shift because of the worker didn't show up, texting that he was stuck in their house and taking care of her sick daughter, Adrian came in rescue to cover her time and so he left the same time as Collin.

New York, present moment in a divorce court. The sharp sound of red heels echoed in the corridor that led from the cafeteria to the court and their sound made everyone look at the elegant blonde in Prada sunglasses who arrived with a very serious look on her face. Sarah Cárdenas needed to hurry her steps to the room where everyone was. the damn divorce that Roberth demanded: he needed to leave the way clear for Amanda Garcia to enter triumphantly, after all, all of Sarah's efforts to save her marriage could not be in vain. well, not entirely, due to the fact that Sarah loves it more than anything. She took a deep breath before entering, when a cold man's hand rested on her shoulder. as she t

My breath backed up in my throat as I took in the midnight views of my favorite city, New Trenadie. A mix of old and modern buildings dominated the skyline. Streaks of brake lights and headlights littered the ground even at this time of night. New Trenadie was a city that never slept. And I loved everything about her. "Got any snacks, Penn?" Rafe asked from behind me. I turned to see my host. "I'm sure you can manage on your own, Amatucci. There are tons of places still open at this time of night," Ryker said, glaring at me.

"And keep the lights off until we cross the bridge." The industrial district of Queens at 1:00 AM looked like an iron graveyard draped in black ink. The fog was rolling off the East River in thick, oily waves, turning the yellow streetlamps into dull, ghostly halos that did nothing to warm the cold pavement. The taxi dropped me off a block away from The Silver Diner—the grease-stained, 24-hour joint where I used to scrub tables before my life collided with the Knight family.