Nightingale Stories Novels & Stories

But the effort was futile, and Nurlan collapsed beside the water in a heap. The gnome took the water-skins and removed the one belonging the the Empress. He pulled a small vial from his belt that was filled with a clear liquid: nightingale. While nightingale was used to help gnomes relax and focus, it was deadly to humans. Unlike gnome stomachs, which were lined with stone, human stomachs were weak and the corrosive acid would eat through it easily. Gandr tested the nightingale on the closest flower. He let a drop fall from the vial. The flower turned black and melted away, leaving a patch of black, pungent foam behind.

A nurse named Jane was unable to get along with the other nurses in her hospital. She was bitchy, unkind, and constantly quarreling with people. One night after Jane had been particularly horrible to a young student nurse, a bunch of colleagues decided to do something to teach her a lesson.

But I believed him. In the third month of my tenure, the director called me into his office and said that due to the shortage of medical staff, they were short on personnel for the night shifts. He insisted that working night shifts was an essential experience if I wanted to become vice-director. I believed him and accepted without hesitation. That night, I finished my rounds around eleven o'clock and was passing by the break room when I heard something... unusual. It was a sound I knew well. But now, hearing it in the break room, my mind raced.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

It was the aura of a flawless container, meticulously crafted to hold… something else. But his other senses were screaming. Beneath the overpowering scent of industrial-grade disinfectant and expensive floral arrangements, he could smell it. The faint, cold, dusty scent of the Gravedigger. It was strongest not in the main building, but emanating from a separate, heavily guarded wing to the east, a beautiful but sterile-looking building labeled ‘The Nightingale Villa’.

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.

I yell furiously and she stops whistling and whisper these words into my ears, MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: HEED! HEED! HEED! I gasp and jolt up my back from the bed the moment I wake up from another horrifying nightmare. “Another nightmare!” I exclaim as I can't stop panting and trying to catch my breath. I can't sleep anymore, I've heard this old lady speak to me twice in my dreams, just within a day. I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?”

One hand moved slowly across the page. Writing. Carefully. Patiently. As though recording something important. "What does he write?" The nurse laughed quietly. "Everything." "Meaning?" "Stories mostly." The answer sounded simple enough. Yet something about it lingered. "What kind of stories?" The nurse smiled. "The same one." Aisha frowned. "The same story?" "Over and over." The nurse adjusted the clipboard beneath her arm. "He changes details sometimes. Adds things. Removes things. But it's always about them."

I am the Nightingale. The Nightingale was born for the freedom of the Asti people. The Nightingale must strive for her tribe. But the Nightingale made a mistake. ...... One o'clock in the afternoon. The detection showed that a small boat had detached from the submarine. Because the boat was equipped with devices that interfered with detection, by the time it was monitored, the boat had already stopped at the port. The military intelligence bureau was in constant pursuit. Caesar boarded Keynes' boat. He walked ahead, and as soon as he set foot on the boat, he smelled a strong jasmine scent.

Heading upstairs, she made a detour to Lemon's room. It was already late, and the kids would usually be asleep by now. Mable gently pushed the door open and saw Nicki and Spike sitting on either side of the bed, telling Little Lemon a bedtime story and coaxing her to sleep. "The big bad wolf caught Little Red Riding Hood and wanted to eat her, but Little Red Riding Hood was clever. She told the big bad wolf that her house had many little lambs, and she was willing to take him there. The big bad wolf, greedy and arrogant, believed Little Red Riding Hood and followed her."