One Wild Night の小説・ストーリー

Hi, I'm the author behind this book "One Night Stand" and I'm happy to complete it finally after so many hardships. This book is close to my heart. And I hope we all overcome the current pandemic suituation together. "One night stand" is my second book which I wrote for four months and planned it for two months. Finally, I did it. Completed my book. I hope you liked my book and enjoyed every chapters. The book revolves around two people who live in Anaheim accidentally meet in a random club and fall in love after so many things.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

“Karma is a bitch. I hope Nathan filled her up and got her pregnant out of wedlock since it was her desire to be filled with his cum. There is a good chance that Mr. Hendricks will take her if she doesn’t want to go stay with Nathan. What am I saying? Nathan might want the two of them.” That was all I said, and then I left the living room. I pulled out my phone and navigated to the Desires of the Night website, where I could rent a man. No way will I be sleeping with a man who is too old for me. As I chose the man I wanted, the app asked me about my size preferences: tall or short, muscular or not. This made me blush as I chose the man I wanted. Regrettably, they did not show me the man’s pi

For a moment there the feeling, the sharp dig of her nails into his skin through the fabric of his shirt, had made him ache so badly for the feel of her naked body beneath his own, the feel, the scent, the taste of her. And if he could have his time again... But what was the point in thinking about, reliving old memories, old mistakes? He had done what he had thought was best at the time, the honourable thing to do... WEARILY Elena looked at the luminous face of her watch. Half past one in the morning. She had been awake for the last hour, stubbornly courting sleep, angrily refusing to allow her thoughts to take control, to force her to remember.

"Hey, pretty lady." A male voice said, causing me to stare at the person who owns the voice. It's Christmas night, and the only thing that does happen during Christmas night around this area is for young single souls to match themselves up with any other single soul they find across the street. Well! I guess this is what I'm going to do. "Hi," Cornelia replied while trying not to behave annoyingly. "Hey. I'm Kenny Salvador. The guy who can give you a great time." The guy said, before disgustingly winking at me.

Her mum nodded and she collected the newspapers from her mother. “Mrs Jessica Denver, the daughter of billionaire Dominic Hart and wife of young billionaire Jordan Denver, missing after a tragic explosion at sea on the night of her wedding day.” As she kept reading, the memories came back to me, everything that had happened that night and how swift it happened. Fiona, the Baxters, all of it. I needed to get home. I’m sure Jordan must be losing his mind. Slowly, I tried to wake up, and they noticed my movements. “Careful, Miss,” the older woman yelled as she bolted towards me and helped me sit upright.

Above Auckland, the stars shimmered like scattered diamonds, mirroring the golden city lights below. The night pulsed with energy—alive, unapologetic, and restless. In one of the city's affluent neighborhoods, a young woman danced alone in her bedroom, music loud, spirit louder. Andra Anderson. Tomboy. Rule-breaker. Wild-hearted and free.

“Babe. It’s your twenty-first birthday. You’re officially in your wild era.” I let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t think I have a wild era.” Blair smirked. “Well, I do. And I’m about to drag you into it. I’ve been there plenty of times, its completely legit.” I hesitated, picking at the seam of my leggings. “I’ve never— I mean, I don’t do one-night stands.” “Exactly! That’s what makes this so perfect.” She turned to face me. “No messy expectations. No awkward morning after. You don’t even bring him back here. Just a hot stranger and an empty room—or maybe not so empty.”

It didn’t occur to me that I fell asleep, nor the fact that I was barely dressed in an attire I don’t recognize myself in. I heard moaning and the unmistakable sound of two bodies dancing naked in the dark. There’s a wild party in the forest park tonight, and they all act like animals that have been deprived of this much entertainment and fun for years! I shook my head and slowly rose from the picnic blanket. The night is mysteriously bright with a myriad of stars in the sky and the bright moon is shaped like a huntress’s bow.

He tasted like expensive scotch and the cold night air, and his hands moved into my hair, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. In the dark, with only the lights of the city shining against the ceiling, we weren't a billionaire and a waitress. We were just two people who were tired of being alone. Every touch was an escape. Every breath was a rebellion. I woke up to a silence so heavy that it felt like something was sitting on my chest. The bed was huge, larger than my entire kitchen and the sheets were so fine. I reached out a hand, expecting to feel the warmth of a body beside me, expecting to feel the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest.