Nightingale Novel Novels & Stories

Noel stood nearby, a silent pillar of support, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. The ambulance cut through the city streets, its wailing sirens creating an ominous symphony against the backdrop of the night. Inside, Nicholas drifted in and out of consciousness, flashes of fragmented memories spinning through his mind. He could hear voices, distant yet familiar, echoing in his ears. Alicia's voice, trembling with emotion, "Stay with us, Nicholas. Please, don't leave." Nicholas coughed, then said, "I'll be fine, Alicia. Don't worry too much, um?"

Even when my condition was shattered, they still insulted me, especially Catherine. "Please take me to my room," I asked Adam. Of course Adam did that. He was the only human with a heart among those making me suffer. Until my body was lying weakly on the bed, Adam even waited by the edge. "Are you sure you can wait a little while until the doctor comes?" Adam asked me. With eyes I could barely open all the way, I just nodded in response to Adam's question. My body was then covered up to my chest with a blanket. It seemed Adam knew I was cold.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

The second the door shut behind her, the office became quiet again. Still… for some reason, concentrating became harder afterward. I forced myself back into work anyway. The rest of the day passed in meetings and endless paperwork until evening finally arrived. By the time I returned home, darkness had already settled outside. A maid approached me the moment I stepped into the mansion. “Good evening, Mr. Knight.” I removed my watch slowly. “Has she woken up?” The maid hesitated slightly. “No, sir.” My expression hardened faintly. “She’s been sleeping all day?”

I’ve never cared enough about anyone in that way so I was clueless. I watched as she got into the bed and I waited till I was sure she was deep asleep before I then went to take my shower. I slipped back into my shirt since there was nothing to change into. Our luggage is still missing. I quietly got into bed on the other side but it wasn’t up to ten minutes when the storm started. Heavy rain slammed against the windows while thunder shook the building. The lights flickered twice and then everything went dark. “I can’t believe this!” Lyra groaned from the other side of the bed while I rubbed my forehead.

When the Blackridge Pack invaded, I hid inside a closet with my daughter in my arms. The first rescue mech to break through the encircling wolves and leap into the building was piloted by my own brother, Kyle. But after opening the closet and taking one look at us, he simply turned around and headed for the room next door, where our adopted sister, Layla, was hiding. "Wren, you're the Luna. You're supposed to put the pack first. I'll take Layla out first. I'll come back for you and Mia on the second trip." We waited for an hour, and the second trip never came. I contacted my mate, Damian, and asked if he could send someone to get us out. His response was ice-cold. "Stop being so difficul

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

“Hurt…” His chest tightened painfully. Carefully, he rose to his feet while staring at her tear-soaked face. He didn’t say a word. But a million questions swirled in his head as he watched her slowly lose consciousness in his arms. Then a roar tore through the air. Shouts of soldiers followed. The thick, familiar scent hit him. A Nightling. He moved carefully with her in his arms and stepped out of the Dread Sector. Soldiers were trying to hold down a Nightling with chains, spears pointed at the creature to make it stand down.

"Goodnight, Wolfman." Nick placed his hand on my belly and kissed my cheek. "Goodnight, my love." The next morning, Rita, my nurse, wakes Nick and me up, standing by the bed with her hands on her hips. She banished Nick, and the bed creaked beneath us as he pushed himself up and pulled away from me. Sunlight streaming through the window hit me sharply across the face, causing me to cover my eyes with a groan. Nick moves to close the blinds, and the metal vanes unravel until they meet the window seal.

I hated how it made me think of the hotel room, of that night, of the stranger who had burned his way into my memory. “Snap out of it, Cassie,” I muttered. “It was just one reckless night.” Downstairs, the ballroom was already buzzing with laughter and champagne glasses clinking. The stares I drew were sharp, but I ignored them all and slipped out into the garden. The moonlight was greater company than the crowd inside. I stared at the moon. Always there. Always fulfilling its purpose. Unlike me stumbling, failing, suffocating in my own skin. I stayed until footsteps rustled the grass behind me. My mother’s voice cut through the night. “There you are. I want you to meet someone.”