Nights Out Book Novels & Stories

he waved dismissively at her, wishing the barista would hurry up and get his coffees to him and sincerely regretting ordering his PA one since it was delaying his return to the office. “Narnurs,” the woman shoved the book in his face, “the latest release from Perris Brooks. You’re Narnurs, right? You are on the cover of the book?” Realization hit him almost as soon as the dread did when he took the book from her hand and looked at the cover. His fingers clenched tight around the hard binding.

In daylight, the river flared beyond the tall windows; at night it became a strip of black glass. Nico sat in a worn club chair by the window, tie loose, jacket abandoned on the armrest, shirt sleeves rolled over the black curls of ink that climbed his forearms. He’d pulled one of his father’s books down, half out of habit—a volume of Livy in Italian no one in the family had read with a mouth that wasn’t lying—but it lay open and ignored on the low table, the lines of history as useless to the room as prayer.

None of them would work. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the quiet room. The storm had faded to a gentle patter. "You, uh... dropped your... book," he said, his voice low. He placed the dildo carefully on the nightstand, next to the fallen paperback, as if it were a fragile artifact. I couldn't speak. I just pulled the blanket up to my chin, wishing it would swallow me whole. But then he didn't leave. He just stood there, his gaze locked on mine. The air crackled, thick with everything unsaid-the naked encounter, the mutual masturbation we'd pretended didn't happen, and now this. The last shred of pretense was gone.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

Reality seeped in—the club, the kiss, the suite, the sex. He was in the shower and I... I needed to leave. Something about him felt dangerous. Enticing, but dark. I didn’t want to find out what strings came attached. I slid out of bed, moving quietly as I gathered my clothes. My heart raced, not from fear—but from adrenaline. One last glance toward the bathroom, then I slipped out the door. The elevator ride down felt like coming up for air. As I stepped onto the street, I felt a rush—of freedom, of thrill. The night had been wild, intoxicating, unforgettable. I’d done something reckless... and I didn’t regret it.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

Two years apart, and it’s impossible to believe he didn’t fall for someone else during that time. It was already 8 p.m. when I arrived at Ravi’s house. I could still hear the housemaids talking downstairs, but I didn’t bother greeting them. I went straight to my room, took a bath, and soaked my body in warm water. It gave me a small sense of comfort. I stayed in the tub for almost thirty minutes before deciding to properly shower. I changed into a lavender nightdress, turned down the AC, cracked open the small glass window above the larger one to let in fresh air, then sat by my bed. I opened two cans of beer and started drinking.

Over the last few years, Heather had become resigned to this life and just tried her best to live her life quietly and respectfully. While she waited for her order, she toyed with the paper straw in her drink. She wasn’t really paying attention to anything. Just relaxing in silent contemplation. How would she get out of girl’s night this week? She struggled with those nights. It was loud and crowded. The girls just wanted to cut loose for the night and Heather just felt out of place. She wanted to spend the night with a good book. Her to be read pile was huge because she kept forgetting to take a book to work with her for the quiet times like today and, well, it would be nice to read about a

She couldn't reduce the number of days she'd work at the club, that'd affect her payment. "There's no harm in trying," she said to herself, She was willing to give that a try. After all, she still has a pending offer with Paxton but she wasn't sure how long the offer would last. * * * * * She watched customers troop into the coffee shop to buy things. She looked at her wristwatch, it was 10 pm, she had just one hour left but it seemed like a whole day, and she was already drowsy. How was she going to dance at the strip club at night? she wondered. She couldn't do that in her drowsy state and she couldn't take a short nap at the restaurant because miss Lorena sat at the far end of the shop wa

he checked the clock hanging opposite to him, “It’s been late, your friend is probably waiting for you…” It was almost 11 pm he jumped up to leave when Nick stopped him, asking to wait a second. He walked to the shelf. He came back with a torn out book, with a yellow dandelion painted on the cover, in a blue font drawn over it, ‘Love of Youth.’ Nick handed him this book, asking, “Read this. You’ll like it,” patting on the book. That whole night he read the book with a tiny sleep of four hours in the dawn. He came back to the shop next morning, reading the rest of it there, completely drown in the book. He didn’t realize someone came in.