Nights Fanart Novels & Stories

Put her souls together. “See you at night, I’m going to get a good sleep, damn tired.” “Can’t wait to kick me out.” The shirt she wore, was a big polo shirt, which stop at her upper thighs revealing her tattoos. She slides into black leggings. “...and it'll be fine. You don’t have to be scared. You might be the real Montana.” “I’m one.” The doubt in Fanny’s eyes, made her shut the door hard. And it felt the entire three-story building was crumbling.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

Only then do I step away, pull my thong up, smooth my skirt. He’s on his knees, face destroyed, glasses crooked, chin dripping with me. I pat his cheek. “Good boy. Now lock the front and take me to Screen 3.” His hands are shaking so badly he drops the keys twice. Screen 3 is half-full tonight, some indie romance, maybe twenty people scattered throughout. The theater is darker than sin. Only the flickering silver of the screen and the low amber exit signs give any light. Twenty-three people tonight, scattered like loose change down front and middle. We slip into the very back row, far left corner, last two seats. Noah’s hand is slick with sweat around mine; he’s shaking so hard his teeth are

Despite wanting to get a day off, there was no reason for her to miss school especially when she had such an important test today. Giselle gazes up and looks at herself in the mirror to see her face in complete ruin. She fell asleep with her hair tied into a bun, and now it has become a terrible knot. The dark circles underneath her eyes have gotten even worse. Giselle is as pale as a ghost, and her lips are chapped. Yvonne would go nuts once she sees her best friend’s face looking like this, and she'd blame it all on her late-night studying. Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7.

I don’t usually stay after games. Win or lose, I have a system, I cool down, pack up, leave. No lingering, no getting caught in the noise after everything’s already been decided. The field is clean, predictable. Off the field, things get… messy. But tonight… I linger. Not enough for anyone to call it out. Just enough that I notice things I normally wouldn’t. Like how the parking lot lights flicker once before settling. Like how the air feels heavier than it should for early fall, pressing faintly against my skin like something unseen is leaning too close.

Caden collapsed onto the couch after returning to his room. Radiant lights sparkled beyond the window, creating a beautiful painting of the city at night. However, even the dazzling lights were unable to illuminate the darkness in his eyes. Sleep eluded Caden for the rest of the night. His mind kept replaying the scenes from the airport over and over again. Victoria's eyes had been completely calm as she swept her gaze across him behind her sunglasses, treating him as if he were nothing more than a stranger.

“And stay out of Thorne Hill.” * All I want is a big glass of wine and my bed. Preferably with Lucas in it, naked and next to me, of course. Though I’m too tired for sex right now. But just having him next to me makes everything better. Seeing a truck with an Anderson Construction sticker on the door is the last thing I want to see when I pull into my driveway. All three of my familiars are on the porch, sunbathing like regular cats. They hold up the pretense well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the nons close to me were suspicious, especially Betty.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

I was annoyed because of his sympathetic attitude. But still, I feel guilty for being rude to Ezekiel. I don't like him kissing me without my consent. "Kim Aurora, Will you come with me later? It's Erik's birthday. We are all invited. Later in the evening, around six." Princes said to me while grabbing the books to carry. When I went to college, I was busy with school. "Where will that be held?" I ask. "At the Makipot Resort."

Twenty five missed calls! Bella: Where are you? Caren: We can't just make plans and you back out... angry emoji face Bella: Which hellhole are you stuck in caren: If you don't reply in five minutes we are going home without you Bella: Hey are you okay, I heard things got messed up between you and that pighead called Mark Caren: sorry for the bad words, I was drunk , ( crying emoji face) And many more drunken shitty texts.