Nightingale Book Novels & Stories

“She wanted me to deliver a message to you and Mrs. Flamingo.” At the mention of her, Mrs. Flamingo came barreling out the door, her face so bright red, she looked like an angry, red tropical bird. “What are you doing here, Harlow Nightingale?” she demanded. It was only then that she realized I’d fixed her house. She turned around and stared at it for a few seconds, as if she were inspecting it to make sure that I didn’t leave even the smallest speck of blue on the paint. I hadn’t, though I’d thought about it.

“Is my light bothering you?” Althea shook her head slowly. “No.” She answered politely. Her eyes remained fixed on the symbol. “What’s that book you’re reading?” The nurse blinked before glancing down at the page. “Oh. This?” She commented as she lifted the book slightly. “It’s from an old historical archive text. I went to the library a few days after the attack at Blackstone to find a book to make me forget that night. I asked some staff and one told me that there are interesting books at the historical section and borrowed this.”

A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner. "Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully. She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?" "The one about the brave knight!" Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep. She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Landon," Veronica's voice was a soft whisper in the stillness. "What is it?" I asked. "Do you know... I really like you?" Her words hung in the air, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythm erratic and wild. A confession in the dead of night from a nurse! This was a first for me since joining the hospital. "I... I..." I stuttered, my nerves getting the better of me. "What? You don't like me?" Her face fell slightly at my hesitation.

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

Laying in my hospital bed late at night with the drone of machines all around me was going to drive me insane. My eyes were closed but my mind was racing, I couldn't fall asleep. I heard the steady roll of a janitor's cart go by, a muffled cough in the next room, and a couple of nurses having a hushed conversation at the station just twenty feet from my door. Why couldn't I have a book with me? A book and a soft book light. Anything. Please lawd anything.

the doctor said patting Nicholas' shoulder and went inside the operation theatre again. Nicholas fell back on the chair behind him. He trailed his gaze upwards and saw a glass window and inside it was a ventilator on which Jingle bell was laying. His heat sank deeper into his stomach. In front of him was his little innocent kitten who was suffering even after knowing why she was suffering all this.

The bedroom had its own bathroom. Ambert went straight to the table at the dining area and sat at one of the two vacant chairs there. He put out his cell phone from his jacket and carefully laid it on the table while Nancy put her bag down on the sofa and walked towards the windows. “You’re not lying when you said your room has a magnificent view,” she said as she absorbed the scenery below: one of the biggest malls in the country located beside the sea. The chaos of different lights coming from the mall contrasted with the monochromatic sea. The stillness of the yachts and boats anchored at the sea juxtaposed the hustle and bustle of people in the mall. It was like a giant Yin and Yang.

It landed on dozens of Napoleon’s vampires, crushing them beneath its weight. Caitlin activated her wings at the last moment before she hit the ground, hovering in the air, and landed softly. On the ground, she then took the enormous candelabra by the end of its chain, and with her Herculean strength, she swung it over her head as a weapon. She swung in larger and larger circles, and as she did, the enormous iron knocked out dozens more of Napoleon’s men. She was a one-woman wrecking machine, and no one could come within fifty feet of her. But then she heard an unearthly screech, and saw the seven evil creatures plunging down towards her. She took hold of the chandelier and with one last swi

All around the school the next day there were whispers every time Karen walked by, and Jack— “Bingley,” Karen said to herself. “Bingley, that was it.” —Jack Bingley had even come up to her while she was at her locker getting her period four math book and told her that he was sorry about Nancy. Karen hadn’t even realized he knew who Nancy was, although she supposed he had to have noticed the way her friend stared at him. Two days later they found Nancy’s body in the woods. Or rather, what was left of her body. She’d been ripped apart, as if by an animal, and all that was really left of her was her head.