Nights Fanart Novels & Stories

Eyes full of love. We move together, building. We come softly, tears of joy mixing. “I love you forever,” he whispers. “Forever.” Sleep comes peacefully. Morning light. Then my phone buzzes. Unknown number. One message. A video. Old. From the beginning. Me and Noah—our first night. Intimate. Private. My moans clear. His hands all over me. Caption: Thought it was over? Drive was a copy. Real one’s with me. More coming. I scream.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

waiting. Because shadows... never die.

The penthouse was quieter than usual on Night Eighteen. Rain had eased to a soft drizzle, leaving the city lights sharp and glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kai lay sprawled on his stomach across the massive bed, naked and sated after their first round a slow, deep fuck against the glass where Damien had taken him from behind while they both watched the city below. The phoenix tattoo on his back gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, fresh red marks blooming where Damien’s fingers and mouth had claimed him.

"The last four services from Alice without her percentage add up to about fifteen thousand, and the last ones of yours amount to about eight thousand. He didn't give you a single dollar?" "No." "I'll make the full payments tonight, and if he contacts you, let me know," he snapped with determination. "For now, would you like to earn a good payout? I have some exclusive clients who want good service." "If there's good money involved, count me in." "Good. They are some Arabs who will be arriving in the city for an opening gala this coming Saturday at the new Basciano conglomerate hotel." "Are there many of them? I can bring Alice."

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

Anthony and Paulo would soon take advantage of the situation. Amanda started trying to sabotage Sarah's things and soon her childish jealousy was becoming ridiculous. At the weekend there would be a trance party at Camille's property, another rich digital influencer who studied fashion and hung out with Amanda, not exactly a close friend, but having fun at her expense. Everyone made nasty comments about this situation... Every time she wore clothes that attracted attention trying to compete with Sarah. The long-awaited Friday arrived, as usually the parties given by Camille Mendes were announced on Friday and held from Sunday to Monday.