Sir Ares Good Night Novel Novels & Stories

Deep down inside of me, I still want to keep the line between me and Ares even though I'm starting to step on it a little bit knowing that being with him will always be safe. Suddenly I have an idea for my book and it's about my story and Ares. I smiled as I'm writing the ideas on my note when suddenly Ares grabbed my hand. I froze and he pulled me closer. I put my iPad back on the table and he pulled me closer. "Why are you not sleeping?" He mumbled. "A little bit of work." I said. "Sleep.. you're tired." He said and I found myself turning off the lamp. He pulled into his arms and I can feel his breath on my skin.

Ares told me as he slowly moves his hand away from my face, heading to his room; which was not too far from mine. "Wait," I stopped him, holding onto his right hand that was resting on the side of my face. He stopped, turning around to face me. "Please stay with me tonight, I don't want to sleep alone," I told him as his hand slowly slips away from mine. He nodded and accompanies me within my room. We both lay on the bed, next to each other. I then moved my head from my pillow and rest it onto his strong chest, hearing the comforting beats of his heart. Ares brushed my hair backward, running his hands through my curly, red hair, giving me a calm and relaxing feeling inside. I then felt my ey

Emily’s Point of View Some victories are quiet, sipped with wine and savored like secrets… The moonlight spilled into my penthouse like a quiet celebration, casting a silver sheen over the marble floor. I sat on the velvet armchair near the balcony, barefoot, a half-empty glass of cabernet in hand, the taste lingering on my tongue like the satisfaction I felt blooming in my chest. Dinner had gone better than I expected—far better. Jackson, the man who once vowed to love me forever, had smiled at me tonight with a sparkle in his eyes, completely unaware that the woman he had once betrayed stood before him in a new skin. A new name. A new life.

But I was already so numb that the apology passed through me like a breeze. “Just get out,I would like to continue alone.” I began to plot how to slip a generous doze into his drink and for the first time in the night,the gods listened,everything worked according to plan and before I knew it...I was over a half conscious Ares mumbling Selene's name,his clothes slipping off him little by little. *** “What are you doing here?”Ares grumbled, turning over,his eyes widened at my bare body and I could almost see the panic screaming in his eyes.

"Now that I’m no longer in the mood, I’m going to bed. Good night." Getting comfortable, I waited until I felt Ivan climb up into bed behind me. Letting out a sigh, I didn’t stop him as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer. "I’ll let you off for your attack this time." Ivan murmured, kissing my neck. "But not the next." "Challenge accepted." I yawned. "Go to sleep, my love." "Mmmm." "Arissa." The deep voice pushed through the darkness, pulling me from the one place that is usually safe. "Arissa."

Chapter Thirteen Ashira’s POV Everything happened so fast. One minute, we’re in the home office naked and the next, we’re in front of the Ancestral fully-clothed, and anxious. I stand behind Aiden, my body shaking, trembling. And I know it’s not because of the orgasms I had earlier. Quillon is not home yet, and we’re not sure what time he will come back. Seth and Nick came, standing on guard on both side. Nick’s on Aiden’s right and Seth’s on my left.

Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two. - What have I done yesterday...- Nadir whispered, terrified. Immediately the images from the previous evening started coming back to her. It was the best and worst night of her life at the same time. Nadir remembered feeling wonderful, but as she looked at Miguel now and watched his horribly weak aura, she felt terrible.

Alarmed, Asty slowly crouched in the corner to peek. There he was, the once faceless Count of Erana. Once. Because from that day forward when he made his identity known, he was no more faceless. Chaol Dreemur XII is the literal meaning of divine perfection. Asty's face softened upon realizing that it was only him. The count had been inside the library this whole time, reading a book under the moonlight. No candles, no chairs. He was merely standing, leaning at the bookshelves with a calm expression on his face as he read the novel in his hands.

They raced outside, wind cutting against their faces. At the pack’s eastern boundary, wolves lay scattered—alive but unconscious. And standing above them was a figure cloaked in midnight blue. She was tall, regal, with skin the color of moonstone and hair like silver rain. Seren gasped. “That’s not possible…” Lyra narrowed her eyes. “Who is she?” Seren’s face went pale. “Her name is Astra. The High Seer of the Twilight Circle.” Killian frowned. “They’re extinct.”

Something hot and bitter climbed my throat. I hated it. Hated weakness. Hated fear. Hated that Miley had managed to make me feel helpless again. A quiet knock sounded against the bedroom door. I froze. “Come in,” I managed. The door opened and Ares walked inside. My breathing stalled. He wore dark trousers and a charcoal button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. No jacket. No tie. Less billionaire. More dangerous. More real. His eyes landed on me immediately. Sharp.