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She admitted "Is it interesting?" I asked, walking toward the bed and then grabbing the book "Nightfalls." I whispered caressing the book cover "Yeah, I sacrificed my sleep for it." "Really, are you done reading it, cause I just read by the blurb I can wait to read it." Mystery books are kinda my thing, if not a romance novel then it’s definitely a mystery. "Yeah you can take it, I can’t wait for you to reach the part where_" "Stop talking, please." I instantly cut her off "I haven’t read a chapter yet and you want to spoil the book for me."

I was done packing all my things before twelve midnight, I took another shower and I put on my nightgown. I continued reading the book ‘Haunting Adeline,’ it was very interesting. I had read even chapters and I could not put the book down. I got through to chapter fifteen before I decided I was tired and I needed to sleep so I could be well rested for my journey tomorrow. I avoided drinking tonight so I would wake up refreshed.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

I have work in the morning, at a coffee shop, I’m 21, no college education, and books are my only escape from my sad reality, but I had to find the one book that made me angry tonight. I close my eyes, trying to sleep but Nygeria and Noah keep coming back to my mind. I want to know what happens, but I can’t get with it. Nygeria in the book is way too weak. If it were me, I’d ruin the plot. I drift off to sleep, still thinking of the book Nygeria and Noah.

“It is in the height of night, not morning, but these creatures are smart and think a bit ahead. Maybe they were hungry.” “Gods . . . ” Ralta gasped and shook his head. Back to his figures, Gaius suggested, “You’d best get a proper move on with that pyre, Ralta.” Though Ralta pondered his meaning, he turned away from the scribe with speed and did just that. ***

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.

And eventually the forest thinned and the chorus of murmurs reached my ears before I could see the mud houses. A lot of people were out tonight. I felt self-conscious and it made me lower my head, and kept the book pressed tightly against me. I slipped between the people until the familiar one appeared. The one where Andrew was recovering. My hand trembled as I pushed aside the curtain. The light from the candles illuminated the room, and on the bed Andrew. I stepped inside quietly, clutching the book harder. I felt a pinch in my chest at just how innocent he looked while sleeping. The poor boy would never meet his mother again because of me.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.