One Wild Night の小説・ストーリー

His face was suddenly tense, almost grim, the teasing gleam in his eyes gone and the depth of his hunger unmasked. Annie let go of his hand and shrank back, startled at her own boldness. Jacob looked down at his fingers as if they were not his own. "Does this mean that I can stay with you tonight?" He asked hoarsely. A final spasm of doubt clutched her, warring with the ache of longing that he'd awakened, and making her uncertain if she could really live up to her silent promise of unbridled sensuality. And it was insane to make herself so vulnerable, all alone in the dark as she was. But if he'd wanted to hurt her or force her, he could have done so ten times over by now. "Mate," he is my

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

She could only nod, fighting to keep from pinching herself in order to make sure she was wide awake. Jim tried a chord and turned to his microphone again, starting an acoustic version of Tonight is Our Night. His voice triggered a landslide of chills down Silvia’s back, as she still tried to believe it was really him there before her eyes. It felt almost surreal, watching him up there on that huge stage, playing that song with that guitar, just like he’d done at the bus station, and on the clip he’d made, only for her. "We’re all the same Take a look around

She needs a firm hand, she craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human. “It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge exception looms in my mind's eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really do need to warn you about the wild hunt.” “How so?” She asks. “The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male wolves hunt,” I’m careful to put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in the forest.”

Vivian was feeling bold; she had never acted in front of an audience before, but the alcohol gave her the courage she needed. She spotted a group of people gathered around what looked to be the ship’s karaoke machine. Her hazy mind suddenly stirred up with yet another wild idea. She stepped up to the mic and started singing. As she launched into her version of “Let It Go” from the hit animated movie Frozen, everyone around her seemed just as mesmerized as she was. Before long, she was soaring through the song and even threw in a few of her own drunken dance moves. The more she drank, the more daring Vivian became. She tried to flirt, but her clumsy attempts at seduction only resulted in laug

Elena One night. One night with no drama, no fighting for our lives, and definitely no one dying. Just one night to snuggle into bed with all three of my mates, surrounded by their delicious scents and enjoying finally all being back together. It doesn’t seem too much to ask.

“Believe whatever you want to, but have it at the back of your mind that, I can have you for eternity if I want.” Those words must have had an effect on her, because I watched her cheeks turn red immediately after they left my mouth. The way she gulped down that glass of wine I poured for her, was still on my mind. Maybe it was getting to her now, but something told me after this night, I was going to start seeing a different version of Iris. “Are you ready for another wild night with me?” I asked her. The quick but gentle nod she gave me in affirmation, was all I needed to get started.

ALEX I was sitting on the leather sofa in the Pas Pour Toi Club, a place that belonged to my friend Daniel Wilden. A year ago, he had opened this spot out of boredom, giving it the most arrogant name possible—Not For You. He wanted to make the club a private haven for his friends to talk and drink. Well, it didn't work. The place was currently one of the hottest spots in New York City. Fortunately, Daniel created a VVIP room, to which only five people had access. I was one of them.

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.