Nights Jackle Novels & Stories

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.

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

Jack reached into the crib and gently touched her cheek. "Goodnight, sweetheart." Lela whispered, "Goodnight, baby." They stayed there until Lillian fell completely asleep. Neither wanted to leave the room. Neither wanted morning to come. But eventually, they did. And as they climbed into bed, Lela curled herself against Jack. His arms wrapped around her. For one final night, they fell asleep together as a family. Tomorrow, Jack would leave. But tonight, he was still home.

He never looked at her, he only stared down, and he becomes a mute instantly. Zitrey clicked her tongue from his reaction, she clutched her hand, ‘Why won't you look at me?’ in mad she swift her attention towards Cederick. “Sadly, we won your Jack's Game Cederick.” she uttered. But her eyes suddenly glued on Cederick's collarbone. She saw something on it that looks familiar. Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it.

They finally exhausted themselves from chasing each other; Jack and Nicole collapsed onto the slide, lying side by side and gazing up at the starry night sky. The slide, once a vibrant and colorful playground fixture, was now a comfortable and tranquil resting spot, bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon.

FLASHBACK Naya got down from the cab in her mini black dress and nicely packed her. It was another amazing weekend to spend her evening on a few drinks and some new friends she might probably make. Club G was known for its loud songs and expensive guests, so as soon as she walked in, she knew she had arrived. She smiled at strangers and took her favorite shot of champagne. A few minutes into the party, she noticed some girls acting strangely and dancing seductively on the dance floor. Naya found that absurd and giggled at the embarrassment. She sipped her drink.

jack tilted his head in confusion . " it's a code name ,it's used to identify us , you see a normal person would give their real name but we made it this way " " makes sense I guess..but it's cringey as hell " jack said. After passing through the forest they where now looking at small place with a lot of small buildings and a large one . " well look at that " jack said . " cool right?" julie said . Jack was currently staring at a grass land with wind blowing through it .

tab, was the card I'd been searching for. Damien Knight. The name was embossed in midnight black letters on thick ivory stock, elegant and understated. Beneath it, a phone number in smaller text. No company name, no title, no address—just the name and number, like that was all the identification someone like him needed. I stared at it for a long moment, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure the entire office could hear it. This small piece of paper represented a line I was about to cross, a promise I was about to break, a friendship I was about to risk.

Jack stood at the head of the table, his slender fingers dancing across the hard-light interface. He was in his element. For nineteen years, Jack’s delicate nature and love for beauty had been a curse, a reason for his father’s men to hunt him through the freezing mud. Here, it was the law. He wore a flowing, immaculate tunic of woven white silk, his chameleon skin radiating a constant, warm pink luminescence. With every swipe of his hand, physical Pink Blossoms cascaded from his wrists, dissolving into the holographic projection and rewriting the city’s architecture.

Jack sit in the lounge looking at the sea. His thoughts were very troubled. He kept watching his phone waiting for a very specific call. Occasionally he looks at his ring. He has been here a couple of days and he only received two calls from Jazz but he didn’t answer. “Here you go sir.” The waiter placed the glass of brandy beside him. “I didn’t order anything.” “It’s for the lady sitting at the bar, sir.” Jack turned to look at the woman. He instantly recognized her as a lady of the night. He clearly recalls that’s the way he met Carly King. The hair healthy, the gown expensive. Finally, he looked into her very expressive eyes. The invitation was clear.