Nocturnals #ted And Diego Novels & Stories

I suddenly heard someone call my name. The voice was soft and gentle, yet it made my face flush to my ears. The young man who had jumped to his death years ago due to public shaming was actually a wronged hero. He hadn't died. He had just been asleep for a long time. A group of doctors and nurses wheeled Axel away in a chair. "You just woke up. No strenuous activity." I smiled. Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly. A free bird landed on the lush branches of a tree.

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.

I felt nothing. I was at a party with so many people that could trigger a panic attack, but nothing happened. I danced with a man that once reminded me off ‘the man’ but I felt nothing. I only discovered that he isn't shit. I helped a waiter pick up glass when I was supposed to run for my life because that was a sign that he was close and he was going to get me, but instead the opposite happened. I’d like to repeat the sentence that “Él no tiene nada sobre mí (he's got nothing on me.)”

Be brave, this is your golden ticket to breaking into a higher social class tonight! She replied: 【I don't have such grand ambitions, but I really do need to stay and look after him. I even have to wipe his body down for him.】 Below it was a uniform wall of encouragement and people camping out for updates. I couldn't help but let out a soft, mocking laugh. Luca glanced at me from the side, a faint smile touching his lips, though he remained silent. After overcoming my jet lag, I was out in the courtyard playing with the dogs. Luca, who was busy with something in the living room, called out to me: "Elena, your phone keeps vibrating. It's a US number, unregistered."

As for my parents,unable to bear the trauma of watching their children destroy one another and die one by one,they developed severe Nocturne Fatigue— awake at night yet mentally hollow, memories dulled, emotions numbed, their minds broken. They were sent to a sealed treatment facility to prevent them from harming themselves or other vampires of the Coven. The family we once took pride in was reduced to Leo alone, sitting in a wheelchair. He guarded the empty house,silently watching over the memories of our past. On the wall hung a family portrait—our last photograph together. I was still alive then. Still smiling. Still holding onto a fragile hope for them.

“You’ve got tonight to fall apart. But tomorrow? We rise. Together.” Mirabella tosses me a fresh towel. “Wash your face..”

"At midnight on her first night at the hospital, she drove out on her own. Security tried to stop her, but she insisted on leaving. While reversing, she crashed into the west perimeter wall. The surveillance footage is clear, and the repair invoice has already been sent to your residence." Carlo hung up the phone and sat in silence for a long time. I circled him, whispering the truth. "Carlo, the doctor said I died the very night I was locked in the cold storage, and Benedetta just happened to leave the hospital at midnight that same night. Think carefully about who killed me."

Vincenzo explained as he swiped the screen of the phone, showing it to his boss. Chase sat down backing Luna and both of them had magazines over their faces. Diego knew that tactic anywhere. It was a secret way of talking without being noticed, covering their mouths so that the cameras around wouldn't be able to capture their mouths. Diego felt like something cold was poured on his body. Not in a relieving way. He couldn't believe the thoughts that were coming to his head. Could his brother really be... He didn't want to believe it.

It felt as if we were made to be together. The night my wounds had fully healed, I couldn't sleep. The lamp in my bedroom was still on when Angelo knocked and stepped in with a cup of warm milk. "Can't sleep?" he asked. I patted the space beside me. He sat down and hugged me without hesitation. "Angelo," I said, gathering my courage. "Can we do it?" He understood what I meant, but didn't rush to make a move. "Are you sure? We can take our time."

Diego POV It is Thursday night. I’m getting everyone on the extract team in position. The idea is simple. I will come through the front gates. There will be men hiding in different locations looking for Thalia and Mia. I will keep everyone distracted while the extraction teams grab my ungrateful daughters.