Nocturne Novels & Stories

He bends his head running his nose along my shoulder Into my neck. Naturally this would be creepy and shit, but for some reason it feels so damn good. His proximity making my breath hitch as he lets out a slight grunt. “Drake” He mutters. “What?” My mind was foggy due to the smell of his perfume and aftershave cream. “My name is Drake”

The vineyard was quiet in the early hours of dawn. Maria sat at her writing desk, the windows open to the scent of ripening grapes and the distant hum of workers preparing for the day. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart steady. She had written the final line of her second book. She titled it The Unspoken Harvest.

"It was enchanting to meet you" "All I know is I was, enchanted to meet you" His eyes never left mine. I looked away and focused on singing. But I was scared that he'll disappear again, so I glance at him every chance I get. "This night is sparkling, don't you let it go" "I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home" "I'll spend forever wondering if you knew" "This night is flawless, don't you let it go" "I'm wonder struck, dancing around all alone"

After several minutes of completing scales, she finally decided she was ready to try her hand at playing a piece that she used to practice with her mother. Sephora took a shaky breath, and finding the right keys to start with, began to play her favourite Nocturne in C-Minor. The notes came out in a rather slow but beautifully melancholic melody, that spoke of nostalgic memories and dreams long forgotten. It was soothing to Sephora's soul and filled her heart with light, as the music wove its gentle medicine while she played.

Soft music floats through the air, enchanting ears, Adding a touch of magic, erasing all fears. A symphony of melodies, soothing and sweet, Creating an ambiance where moments are complete. Beyond the hall, French doors lead the way, To a manicured garden, in colors arrayed. Blossoms of every kind, a painter's delight, Their fragrance mingling with the balmy night. A tranquil pond reflects the moon's gentle gleam, As if holding secrets, a peaceful, shimmering dream. Whispers of a gentle breeze rustle through the trees, Caressing cheeks, carrying away worries with ease. As the evening unfolds, stars begin to dance,

The symphony of nocturnal creatures serenaded her as she surrendered to the embrace of slumber. In her dreams, Amelia found herself running through a moonlit forest, the cool breeze whispering secrets in her ear. Shadows danced around her, their forms shifting and weaving. And amidst the symphony of nature's nocturne, she caught glimpses of Adrian, his eyes filled with both determination and desire.

Iris woke to the sound of flowers singing. The melody drifted through the French doors on the pre-dawn breeze, not quite music but something more profound voices layered like petals, harmonizing in keys that human ears weren't meant to comprehend. She lay perfectly still in Eleanor's four-poster bed, wrapped in quilts that smelled of lavender and secrets, listening to her inheritance reveal itself note by impossible note.

I grabbed the nearest notebook frantically. The patterns weren’t astronomical. They were harmonic. A coded resonance structure. Music. Seraphine looked upward with tears already filling her eyes. “Oh.” Void turned toward her immediately. “You recognize this.” She nodded shakily. “It was his favorite song.” The melody flooding the city deepened. Warm. Steady. Carrying impossible tenderness through the night air. People across the rooftops fell silent listening. Children stopped running. Lantern flowers leaned toward the sky like living things hearing home.

DANTE Last night, as the moon hung high in the star-studded sky, I found myself unable to surrender to the soothing embrace of sleep. Instead, I remained wide awake, vigilant and alert, my eyes refusing to succumb even for the briefest of moments. In my hand, I cradled Orlando's exquisite scotch, which I had discovered at the deserted bar earlier. Its amber glow danced in the dim light, offering me solace and temporary respite from the anticipation that gripped me.

“I had to do something unexpected this morning so I have dropped behind my schedule. Are you available this evening?” Leo considered it. It was half price admission at his favorite nightclub tonight, but that happened once every week. He didn’t know when he would see his boyfriend again. That was more important. He nodded. “Excellent,” Nocturne said and kissed his cheek. “I will come back to you later on.” *** Nocturne had experienced a unique morning in the human world with Celeste. She had wasted time transforming into a human several times with different outfits and then once she was satisfied with her outfit, she had dragged