Nocturne Novels & Stories

The smell is usually comforting, but right now it’s making me feel sick. Tabatha sets a white candle on either side of the nightstand and ignites them with magic. She moves to the foot of the bed and holds out a quartz crystal wand. “Powers of North, South, East and West, I call on you with this request. Remove the evil in the space, and leave good fortune in its place.” As she speaks, a sharp pain starts in my wrist. When she holds up the crystal, my arm starts to tingle.

I noticed how she stopped expounding her thoughts when she reached an aspect of the dark past she didn't want to endure all over again. She nodded, "Goodnight Laila." I took a spin and viewed the room, it is a simple yet sophisticated look, it has an aesthetic of off-white and marble accent. It has a window that overlooks the garden, the view I wanted to wake up to every morning. I headed to the bathroom that has the same aesthetic as my room. After a well-deserved bath, I headed to change into my scarlet red silk nightdress. Once I hit the mattress I escaped reality and into the dreamland.

�𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧. 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡'𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢� ��𝙘𝙝. 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 180°.

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

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.