One Fateful Night Novels & Stories

The handwriting was elegant. “Last night was unforgettable. Here's my card. Call me if you ever run into trouble. -K.F.” Her eyes stretched to the edge of the table, where a business card lay. She picked it up, “Kris Fox?”. She stared at the card in her hand, looking closer. “Wait a minute…” Realization finally hitting her. “I just lost my virginity to a complete stranger!” She tried gathering all her clothes and belongings together, only to be cut midway.

So I helped him up, even though my chest burned with worry. We stepped into the storm. The cold wind bit at my skin, rain soaking through my clothes. Lucian limped slightly, but his aura—the raw, commanding power of an Alpha—was undiminished. When we reached the clearing, I saw them. Three figures stood beyond the border, one of them holding a white flag. My stomach twisted. It was Kellan—the Nightshade Alpha. Lucian’s jaw clenched. “What does he want now?” Kellan’s voice carried easily through the rain. “I came for what’s mine.”

We said we couldn't date each other's brothers; there was no rule that said we couldn't fantasize about them. Ugh. I was going to hell, wasn't I? "Hey, my parents' anniversary is today so they're going away for the night and Asher just texted me saying that he's throwing a party tonight. You're still coming over right?" Harper asked as we finished our final class of the day. Shit. Their parents were going out of town and he's throwing a party. There would be alcohol there and I sometimes couldn't handle myself around that crap. I was also still fantasizing over a guy I couldn't have and when I mixed alcohol with my emotions, it could get ugly.

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.

What was once a lively gathering now found itself enveloped in a thick fog of uncertainty and suspense, starkly contrasting the earlier liveliness of the evening. The fancy night fell apart when Michael and Anthony met with Fedora and the Alfred on there way out. They were about to leave the party quickly, soon they started talking and they looked very serious about what ever the matter was,. Fedora and the Alfred frowned as they speak, hinting that something bad happened and I knew right away what it was, Fitz had gotten away. Can this nightmare stop?

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

“Give the order, Faith. Let’s show them what happens when you mess with the North.” Faith took a deep breath. She looked at Dr.Laura, who gave her an encouraging nod, and then at Hope, who was standing guard near the vault door. “Leo” Faith said, her silver eyes glowing with a calm, beautiful light. Push the button. Let's talk to the world. Across the globe, every single screen flickered at the same moment. In busy city squares, on quiet living room TVs, and on smartphones in people's hands, the regular programs vanished. The faces of the High Council politicians disappeared, replaced by a single image: Faith Nightshade sitting on the silver throne.

the blonde asks, stirring her coffee with an annoyingly smug tone. “Well, yeah. Mom helped out. In her own way—trying to do what’s ‘best’!” I roll my eyes. “Then tonight we’re having a girls’ night out!” Marina’s eyes gleam mischievously in anticipation. “It won’t work,” I lower my gaze in disappointment, losing my spark and all hope. “Did you forget that Kirill’s bloodhound is watching us? I’m scared they’d drag me out of any club faster than I could step inside.”

“You are kidding.” “I want to” “ wait, you mean the same Liam with no last name?” Charlotte said with her voice sounding a little high-pitched. “The Mr one Night Stand with eyes that could see through your soul Liam?” “Yes, the one and only. And oh turns out he has a last name. It's Hartwell.” Charlotte dramatically flung both hands in the air. “Girlfriend, why am I hearing about this just now?!” “Because I was trying to convince myself that it didn't happen, that none of it was real,” Ivy said taking a sip of her coffee. “As I saw him, all the feelings I tried so hard not to feel for two years just blasted back to me.”

The presence of this young, fierce, blazing yet cold-blooded figure can send shivers with just his passage, to even the lifeless objects coming in the way. When it comes to the mobs living in his world, these hands are so fine with the bullet named toy, that they don’t even need to wait for the command from the brain to drop every head hanging in the air and looking right into his eyes containing him in them, right on the floor with one shot of his bullet, teaching every other pair of eyes the eternal definition of F-E-A-R and R-E-S-P-E-C-T for the godfather of their world. The word pronounced as F-E-A-R was never something for which he never bothered himself to learn, but for sure he could