Nights Jackle Novels & Stories

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 .

“Natalie, the Raksasa Tribe will cease to exist from today onwards!” Jack roared, looking insane. Then, he pulled out a black token. ‘What is that?!’ Natalie’s brows furrowed when she saw the black token and she suddenly had a bad feeling. The token was completely black and had intricate inscriptions from the Ghost World on it. It also exuded a deathly aura. When Jack held it in his hands, the air became drastically colder.

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.

"If he wants to keep his pocket empty, he'll leave a friend behind." Nightjar's stern kissed the current; a shadow moved there quick, purposeful. A hand dipped. Something struck the water without splash, then sank with the smug assurance of a weight on a string. "Dead drop," Jas said. "Rope and stone. He'll fetch it with a hook when the tide turns." "Not tonight," Kade said. "Harp." "Already there," Harp grunted, hook extended into the black. "Sprat, mark me."

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.

This place can be compared to New York City at night, just a medieval version. I jolt in Jacqueline's arms when fire shoots up into the sky from a man's mouth. A shriek escapes my lips when people around him squeal in excitement. “Relax.” Jacqueline laughs at my reaction. “Didn't you say you wanted to tag along?” “I didn't know it would be this way.” I yell over the noise of people's lively chatter. “Well, it is night. Night time is when everyone comes out to give vent to their inner qualities. They are called creatures of the night for a reason.” Jacqueline screams so that I can hear her.

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.

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?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

“Hello ladies how are you tonight? Jake announced over their chatter. The four ladies looked at Jake and went on talking to each other. Jake was not used to being ignored and didn’t have the luxury of ordering them to listen to him. Jake went to the bar he had to find out how this worked. He had battled giants and won many hearts but these creatures were completely different. Jake looked to the couples in the room and decided to take a closer look at how he could win this. As the hours went by, Jake doubted he would ever get anywhere. He walked over to an empty table, put his beer down and just listened to the music. The beat changed from slow to a strange mixture of Heavy Metal and Hip-Hop.