Nightingale Book Novels & Stories

Before she head upstair, Lucille hand her the glass of milk she was holding. It's already morning when Nigel woke up. He rubbed his forehead and groaned when he suddenly felt a headache. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the white ceiling and room, then he realized that he was in the hospital. When he turned to his side, he saw a woman who had rested her head on the edge of his bed. He recalled the incident at the bar last night and remembered that Nathalie was with him when he sent there. "N-nathalie..." He murmured. He reached out wanting to stroke the woman's head, but she suddenly woke up. "M-mom?" Nigel didn't know whether to be disappointed or what to see that the woman was non oth

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,

Avery’s finger paused on the edge of the illustrated page. Dorothea leaned against her knee, her muted grey eyes blinking up at her. "Mommy, the nightingale has wings to fly. Why doesn’t it run away? The forest outside is so big." Looking down into her daughter’s eyes, which were an exact replica of that man’s, Avery felt a sharp ache pierce her chest. "Because the beast holds the nightingale’s favorite flower in its claws. If the nightingale flies away, the flower will be crushed to dust."

I didn't know what was more hurtful - The fact that my mate would call out for my greatest foe in her subconscious state, or the fact that I was probably never going to be able to atone for all the pain I'd caused her. Lucius drew closer, placing his palm on her thigh, and just like that, her eyes shut close, and a satisfied sigh escaped her lips. We remained like that, and to our surprise, her temperature dropped a few notches until she was soundly asleep. Several minutes later, I stepped out of the room with the rest of them, silence covering the air around us when Dexter suddenly spoke. "Elder Nightingale is here." I turned to him sharply, brows narrowed. "He believes he has something we

Athena mused aloud. Vincent watched as Athena explored his brother's room, her curiosity is evident. He noticed her gaze falling on Nyx's small bookshelf, where a collection of classic literature stood, including works by Kafka, Murakami, and Dostoevsky. He saw her pick up a book titled "Alice's Adventure in Wonderland" and remembered how much Nyx loved reading it. "He loved that book. It was always with him," Vincent said, watching Athena's reaction closely. "What book?" Athena asked, curious about the significance of the book.

The answers she was looking for wouldn’t be found in a hospital bed, and the feeling that she shouldn’t be there was growing with each passing second. “Let’s go.” Her legs had become weak after days lying on a bed, and she stumbled when she stood up. Nash grabbed her elbow and helped her walk. “Hey! Where do you think you are going?!” The nurse from before asked when they were out in the corridor, going in the opposite direction from her. They started to run stairs until they reached a locked door, and then Ayla stretched her arm forwards, a bright glow coming out of her hand as something like a door appeared from thin air.

Chapter twenty eight Acting nurse II And soon , the bright shy was turning dark , with it's purple and orange hues covering the sun that was westering. Emily sat by the window side , reading a thriller and suspense book ,where the villain was disguising to be an angel. "Now that's what I was talking about. That horrible man ,the male lead. He definitely deserves it. " She spoke out loud forgetting that she isn't the only one in the room . Olivia had excused herself to get some drugs and necessity as she would be spending the night here.

He looked so worn out now and his usual sharp eyes appeared to have lost their brightness. "Sir, remember the doctor advised you to eat well to avoid getting…" Richard stretched his long legs out and kicked the table out of his face. The stainless canister made a loud noise as it fell on the floor. One of the nurses that was close by rushed into the private ward and saw the mess on the floor. She crossed to the other side of the room, try to avoid stepping on the food on the floor and called a cleaner to clean it up immediately. A middle aged woman walked in with a bucket of water, broom and a mop.

My new books were stacked on the bedside table, ‘The Lycan Chronicles’ sitting on the top. Suddenly, it hit me. Somehow, I had slept through the entire ride home. And I had even slept through Nicholas carrying me to bed.

Nightingale Books has been in my family for three generations. The old Victorian that houses it has been in the family for even longer five generations of Nightingales have walked its creaking floors and ducked beneath its low-hanging doorways. I unlock the front door, the familiar scent of paper and binding glue washing over me as I step inside. Outside, the wind picks up, rattling the stained-glass transom window that casts blue and purple shadows across the worn floorboards.