Quartet Night Quartet Night Novels & Stories

I asked, softly dabbing my face with the powder foam. Synn's voice bubbled with excitement, "The Outing Night is a party that's held to acknowledge all the performers at Wet Nights, the party is usually held every last Friday of the year, and they throw it in one of Bishop's private hotel. No rules, just pure fun." I suddenly paused and turned around to look at Synn, "Wait, what? You mean Bishop will be at the party tonight?" I asked with a conflicted emotions. "Of course, yes." Synn giggled.

Finding their way toward something stronger than before. A quiet night in. A real one.

Everything he walked by, her heart skipped a beat and she got mental pictures from that night. Tyrell on the other hand didn't seem the slightest bit bothered. He acted like nothing happened between them. He acted so different from the night they hooked up, it was like he wasn't even the same person. It was another Monday and the night before, Kaitlyn and Sarah had stayed up really late watching TV. They had binge-watched a series they had both been missing out on because of work and now, Kaitlyn was regretting it. She was now at work and she was finding it hard to stay awake. She placed her head on her desk to rest a little and before she knew it, she dozed off.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

She notices it and asks. “Why are you so quiet, are you scared of this, shouldn't I have told you about it because it is already night? Yeah, it's night and you might get a nightmare about this. I'm sorry son, I should have waited till morning before telling you this, I shouldn't have said it now,” mom apologizes because she actually thinks I'm afraid of the news she brought me as it is already night and I'll be getting some sleep soon, but that's not the reason I'm quiet. I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something.

Damien scoffed and a woman sitting beside stared at him with a frown, but he did not care. Alex signalled his hand to a table at one corner. “There’s a feast tonight. We have jugs of sweetened blood of all groups for you and pies stuffed with blood. Blood beers as well! Courtesy of Dr Lisa working at the Orilon Medical centre and Chef Jake. Be sure to thank them! I hope you have a good time tonight.” He finished with another of his charming, wicked smiles and took a seat in the audience. Nate felt sick and disgusted. He wanted to leave as soon as possible. Pulling his cellphone out from his pocket, he sent a quick text to Eira.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

He rested his forehead lightly against mine for the briefest second, a gesture so intimate it felt stolen from a private world. “I won’t let anyone diminish you,” he said quietly. “I’m not easily diminished.” “I know.” The wind swept across the terrace, lifting the edges of my dress. Below us, Manhattan pulsed endlessly. Ella had tried to fracture the night. Instead, she had forced a line to be drawn. And Ace had drawn it without hesitation. As we moved together beneath the lights, surrounded by power and scrutiny and unspoken alliances, I realized something steady and undeniable. Tonight wasn’t about a scandal.

The long-awaited Friday arrived, as usually the parties given by Camille Mendes were announced on Friday and held from Sunday to Monday. Amanda saw this as an opportunity to attack the friendship between her boyfriend and the hellish centipede, the nickname she gave Sarah behind her back. The party was always a specific theme. Roberth started having lunch with Sarah. It would be a lot of fun. He decided to negotiate revisions to his thesis with her next semester. She was so light, so good-natured! He enjoyed Sarah's company unlike his current girlfriend, she was very smart and intelligent... Amanda was chattering about the party, while Roberth daydreamed about Sarah's smile.