Ome Night Stand Novels & Stories

He said after which he ended the call. Tucking his phone back in his pocket, Connor continued to explore her room. It was not too small, definitely cozy, neat and everything in it was well arranged. Adjacent to the queen-sized bed which was in the middle of the room was a couch and on the other side, there was a vanity area and beside the vanity area was a big-sized closet, and next to the closet was a shoe rack. Connor sighed, took off his jacket, and placed it on the edge of the couch. He took off his shoes, leaving his socks on, and placed the shoes by the door.

Now she was trying to stay away and restrain herself because Hyomi was very sensitive to anything messy. "But what's wrong with just cleaning up." Unstable! She was also caught up in curiosity. What was this man carrying? Why were there so many things neatly arranged on the nightstand? Hyomi's hands began their activity. Organizing each item on the nightstand. Various kinds of perfume, hair gel, nail clippers, sunscreen, moisturizer, and lip balm. Today's men are no less busy than their women. They are also diligent in taking care of themselves. But wait...

she blotted out. With that, I stood up to where she was seated, and I lifted her jaw, which resulted in her looking me in the eyes, So I said, "Whether you like it or not, the night we had will be repeated countless times, and there is nothing, I mean nothing you can do about it, and never let it out of your head that I, Dante Blaze is the man you had a one night stand with and trust me, I will make you mine," Saying this, I saw the fear in her face, and then I freed her jaw from my hand.

No answer were forthcoming so I just give up, trying to get back to sleep. When sleep isn't forthcoming and my stomach wouldn't stop growling, I decide to go on a walk to clear my head. Slipping out of bed, I drape a coat around my night gown, heading out to take a solitary walk through the silent halls of the castle. Guided by the moonlight and the dim lighting that was left on to illuminate the corridors, I take my time to admire the scene, feeling my head clear out, peacefulness washing over me.

He had enough people in his life to talk to, he didn’t need another one. “Talked to who?” The fourth member of their group arrived taking the seat beside Declan. Mason looked over at Jonathon and sighed. He would have to recite the whole story again, hopefully without interruption this time. “Okay, I’m only going to say this once so listen up and no interrupting.” He waited for their nods. They were used to his quirks, which was why they were still his friends and the only people he socialized with. “I have a new neighbor, her name is Lisa. She works at night, well, I assume she’s working. The gist of it is that she is a nocturnalist, like me—” He shot Declan a narrow glare when he opened hi

A man in black suit stood beside it. “Good evening, Miss. Mr. Maverick asked to pick you up.” Maverick's text came in. He had sent me a picture of the car in front of me with a caption, ‘That’s the car that'll pick you up'. “Alright, let's go,” I glanced up at the man and said.

I hated how it made me think of the hotel room, of that night, of the stranger who had burned his way into my memory. “Snap out of it, Cassie,” I muttered. “It was just one reckless night.” Downstairs, the ballroom was already buzzing with laughter and champagne glasses clinking. The stares I drew were sharp, but I ignored them all and slipped out into the garden. The moonlight was greater company than the crowd inside. I stared at the moon. Always there. Always fulfilling its purpose. Unlike me stumbling, failing, suffocating in my own skin. I stayed until footsteps rustled the grass behind me. My mother’s voice cut through the night. “There you are. I want you to meet someone.”

I wanted to preserve her scent for as long as possible. I look behind me at the nightstand on the other side of the bed. I reach over to turn that light on, and I see the lock. It’s on the side of the nightstand. I have no idea how she got something like this here without my knowledge. I put the key in and it. There’s a soft thud, and the drawer on the nightstand pops out.

I should get laid tonight to get my mind off things. The sounds of my room door bolting off, jolts me out of my thoughts. Who the fuck enters a room without knocking “Oh thank God! Thank you so much for opening, I could literally worship you right now” A female stands by the door, clasping her hands together like she was praying? I run my eyes up and down her figure, and although the room was dark, her silhouette did justice to the right figure. I still need to get laid tonight. I guess she would have to do. “I wouldn’t mind you worshipping me”

But the thought of being completely cut off, not knowing, was worse. The night of the meeting was pitch black, moonless. The wind screamed off the North Sea, carrying a needle-fine rain. Leo drove an unremarkable, rugged Land Rover, its lights off, using night-vision goggles to navigate the trackless moor. We stopped at the crest of a hill, the derelict radar station a jagged silhouette against the slightly lighter gloom of the sky.