Our Share Of Night Novels & Stories

Samantha feels at ease and enjoys the conversation, realizing that she has more in common with Adam's friends than she initially thought. As the night goes on, Samantha begins to feel more comfortable around Adam and his friends. They share stories and jokes, and Samantha feels like she's a part of their group. She starts to see Adam in a different light, realizing that he's not just a wealthy businessman, but also a genuine person who cares about his friends and family. After dinner, Adam and Samantha walk back to his car. "I'm really glad you came tonight," Adam says, taking Samantha's hand. "I was worried that you might feel out of place, but you fit in perfectly with my friends."

Coming to the bar that night with my cousins was a mistake, and I don’t know how I can undo this mistake. The next morning, I walked into the company building, trying my best to shake off the chaotic thoughts from last night. It was a new day, and I needed to focus—on work, on my goals, and on keeping my sanity intact. I wasn’t about to let him mess with my head anymore.

Oh God, now. I open one eye a chink and get an eyeful of beige duvet. Ah yes. I remember the beige duvet from last night. Clearly the ex-wife took all the White Company Egyptian cotton and he went to the nearest Linen for Divorced Men store. My head is throbbing, and after a moment the beige starts to shimmer in front of my eyes. So I close them and roll onto my back. I haven’t had a one-night stand in a long time. A looooong time. I’ve forgotten how they go. Awkward kiss? Exchange numbers? Coffee?

And as they finally moved to the bed, limbs tangled, bruises blooming fresh on skin already marked from twelve nights of claiming, both men knew the truth: Night Thirteen was going to change everything.

"Yes, we did. She isn't just your Moonlight. She is all of our protection, and the first time in two centuries we have had a chance to really push back against the shadows. This is for all of us" I end the meeting, and we all head out to do our respective tasks. We now only have five hours til nightfall and potentially prepare for an attack tonight.

As Nick brings out his guitar, I close my eyes, savoring the moment and feeling the warmth of the fire on my skin, as I start to sing along. In this moment, surrounded by those I love, I know that our future is bright and full of promise. Together, we will navigate the twists and turns of life, leaning on each other for support and finding solace in the bond that unites us. The night is filled with laughter and love, a testament to the strength of our friendship and the power of unity.

Alpha Yagos It's finally show time at the auction house for us, since Curtis and I began our extra curricular venture we simply tell our mates we have a guys night get together to catch up and they buy it because obviously they have never experienced the pain of us cheating on them so they have nothing to worry about or be suspicious of, much to our delight. As per usual I have removed all the warriors that are normally stationed in this part of the woods and by now they know when I say it's my night that means I want a particular area cleared, they don't complain because it means some of them have the night off to do whatever they want.

“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.” ***

For stretches of it, sometimes ten minutes, sometimes longer, it feels exactly like it always feels. Then something small happens. He reaches for the salt at the same time I reach for my glass. Our hands do not touch but almost do and we both pull back slightly and there is a pause that is maybe one second but feels longer and then we both continue as if it did not happen. It happened. We both know it happened. After dinner we move to the couch with our drinks the way we always do. His playlist is on low. The city outside. The comfortable arrangement of two people who have spent enough evenings together to have a rhythm.

Freda’s POV I thought the night wouldn’t get worse, but I was mistaken. The room was so small that in a few steps we could round the whole room. There were two beds alone, and we were six occupants waiting at the door. My gaze moved to Ava. She shrugged. “I think we should share three on a bed.” “Are you kidding me?” Sharon retorted. “What do you mean by three on a bed. This bed can’t contain me alone.”