Nightingale Novel Novels & Stories

Nathan whispered, his voice heavy with held-back tears. Edward began crying loudly again. Nathan stood up, cradling him as he paced back and forth in the room. Sonia could only stay silent, her eyes welling up as she watched the scene. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of New York, evening was slowly falling. The evening sunlight streamed through the small window of Nana and Hans’s house. In Cecilia Amora’s room—the name they had given the girl without an identity—Nana sat holding the letter that had just been sent from the hospital.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

In the middle of the night, Nancy's lower abdomen was filled with waves of pain, causing her fingers to tremble. When she wanted to call 119, a series of numbers came in. She accidentally pressed the answer button, and a painful groan escaped. Then she lost consciousness. When she woke up again, what she saw was a white ceiling, and a strong smell of disinfectant reached her nose. She caught a glimpse of the hanging water bottle and felt that she must have been brought here by 119.

His fingers interlocked as he leaned his elbows on the table. “What exactly are we waiting for? For NexTech to completely disappear?” The murmurs in the room grew louder—some whispering among themselves, others openly expressing their discontent. Richard leaned back in his chair, silently observing the unfolding scene, analyzing every move his wife made. Beneath the table, Mathilda gripped her slacks tightly, suppressing the violent trembling of her hands. She couldn’t afford to show panic. She couldn’t afford to lose.

As he got to the door he turned and looked at her and uttered his favourite line, "I won't be coming home tonight, don't wait up" Nora knew he would be lodging at home one of his hotels tonight and she knew he won't be sleeping alone. He had a long queue of girls of all colours, heights and shapes. All Alexander needed to do was bait an eye and they would come running. She decided that he wouldn't come back in the morning to meet her. Nora had walked into the kitchen ignoring the chef that was busy making dinner, she took out a knife from the knife stand and walked back to her room. She had taken great care to prepare herself. She donned her silk long lilac nightgown, she brushed her hair, w

HAKAN * Nightingale was relapsing. Somehow during the discussion with the doctor, being horny was no longer enough to stave off the withdrawal symptoms. Her eyes kept moving around, not being able to focus on one thing at a time to show her restlessness, then threatening me with a desk lamp like that would stop me from coming to her.

I read it aloud, my voice trembling as the words filled the small room. "Grace, Ethan, Julian... If you are reading this, the Nightingale has fallen. The silence you feel is the sound of the Wolfe name finally being returned to the earth. I am the last of the old blood, and I have chosen to be the one who turns out the lights.

I tried to bite the one on my left. He backhanded me across the face without even looking. My head snapped to the side, and stars exploded behind my eyes. For a moment, everything went grey. Then the world swam back into focus, and we were at the door. The guard pushed it open. Sunlight. So much sunlight, after days in the dark cellar. It blinded me, seared my eyes, made tears stream down my cheeks. I blinked desperately, trying to see, trying to orient myself. The courtyard was packed. Hundreds of wolves, maybe more. They lined the walls, filled the balconies, crowded every inch of space. And they were all staring at me.

Grace’s body tensed against Noah’s side. The darkness was absolute. She could not see the outline of the window or the shape of the bed. Only the sound of rain and the soft creak from the hallway filled the silence. Noah’s arm stayed steady around her. “Stay still,” he said quietly. She listened. The creak did not come again. After a long moment, the refrigerator hummed back to life. A faint glow returned from the hallway nightlight that had flickered on with the restored power. The storm had simply interrupted the electricity for a few seconds.

Step one was dealing with the bracelet. I was thinking about how to get my bracelet to David because that was important to me, but I didn’t know how to react or even function if I saw him again, knowing what happened last night. What if I asked him if there were any specific bracelets in his room when he forgot who the girl he slept with was, then I am going to be doomed. It feels like I made him remember that I am the woman he spent the night with. Thinking about this infuriated me until my phone rang. It was River.