Nightingale Novel Novels & Stories

Nurses holding files while many receptionists answered calls which just didn’t seem to stop. She walked in hesitantly thinking her decision through. No matter how nervous she might be, she had to do it. After all, it was her career. She chose to save people’s lives. Inhaling deeply, she walked over to the reception with newfound confidence. She rested her hands on the desk and waited for one of them to end their calls. As soon as one of the ladies hung up on the telephone, she jumped in, “I’m new here. My name is Ayra Nightingale Rivera. I’m here for my internship.” She said all together without a pause.

Everyone had gone to bed and the waves of the ocean was the only sound she could hear. Nicky turned around sharply when footsteps sounded behind her but found no one. A nightingale was on a coconut tree flapping its wings. She breathed out, trying to control her heartbeat before continuing her journey. Suddenly, Nicky yelped seeing a domineering shadow close to hers on the beach sand. Her eyes bulged in fright! She opened her mouth to scream but a strong hand muffled her and possessively pulled her closer... *** Natalia ran up the two stairs leading into Arian De' Argent's room. His door was slightly open so she figured he was still awake.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

But I slid out from under Cielo's shoe and this time, I rescued Nicholas and the bullet ripped into me rather than him. Light flickers momentarily, the pain beginning, but it's gone again and I'm lying in a huge bed with feathers all around me. White feathers. Thick blankets. I'm wearing white, too. Everything is white and bright and light and I'm floating in this bed of Esmerelda's feathers. I'm sure they're hers. "O? O, can you hear me?" Nicholas. I blink, flashes of darkness breaking into the serenity of light. Pain comes again, the bullet setting my skin on fire.

"Risa, I’m leaving on a business trip tomorrow. Take care of yourself, and the baby. I’ll be back soon." As he spoke, he tapped the tip of my nose in a familiar, intimate gesture. These days, I no longer lashed out at him. The number of servants in the villa had been quietly reduced, but the two guards outside never left their posts. My phone had never been returned to me. I had lost all contact with the outside world. … My room was on the second floor, more than ten meters above the ground. If I jumped from the balcony, even if I survived, I’d be crippled.

"I can't wait to see the look on her face when she realizes she's not alone... and I can't wait to reward you for being such a good girl." Bianca bit her lip, a hungry look in her eyes. "See you tonight ." She ended the call and stared into the empty hallway. "Your doom is here, bitch," she whispered. "Watch out." Unaware of the sinister plot unfolding against her, Alita continued to enjoy her evening, laughing and joking with her colleagues. As exhaustion eventually caught up with her, she made her way back to the hotel. At the reception desk, she collected her room card and headed towards the elevator. In her tired state, she inadvertently held the card upside down and mistakenly headed to

of coffee in her hand approached the desk. "Hi, I'm Nurse Thompson. Can I help you?" Rachel's eyes widened in relief. "Oh, you're the one who called me! You're Nurse Thompson! I’m Rachel.” Nurse Thompson smiled warmly. "Yes, that's me. Let's go see your sister." As Rachel followed the nurse through the winding hospital corridors, the scent of antiseptic and stale air filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn with anxiety. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow, illuminating the drab, beige walls that seemed to close in on her with every step. The nurse’s rubber-soled shoes squeaked softly on the polished floor, the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. Rachel's

Nivia POV On the third day, the plague touched skin. I knew it before I opened my eyes. The night had been restless. I kept waking, unsure if I’d dreamed the voices or if they were truly whispering over my bed. Every time I forced my eyes open, the room was the same: faint light from the corridor through the gap under the door, Rachel’s slow breathing, the outline of her body in the other bed. No wraiths. No gray ribbons of smoke. Just shadows.

She handed the book back to Scarlett and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling warmly and nostalgically. “You should keep it, Scarlett. It was your mother’s, and I think she would appreciate you having it now.” Scarlett looked at the book, feeling that it had become more than just an object; it was a link to her mother’s past. That night, after dinner, when her aunt went to sleep, Scarlett locked herself in her room and took the book out from under her pillow. The cover was worn and the edges of the pages yellowed, but the curiosity surrounding it made her unable to wait any longer to open it. She did so carefully.