Sir Ares Good Night Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Once I left the bathroom, Ares was wearing blue trunks paired with some black flip-flops. His gaze lingered on my chest. "You look hot." He walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my bare waist. His lips lingered on my neck, and I sighed softly. "Hey, we need to leave..." I whispered softly, and he began to untie the straps of my top. "We could spare a few minutes..." he whispered against my ear. The straps came undone, and Ares tossed my top to the floor. His gaze lingered on my naked chest and nudged me towards the bed.

My heart wouldn’t stop racing. I stared at the ceiling until dawn began to edge the sky in red. Whatever Ares was doing, he was doing it for me. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that fate had already moved us both where it wanted. And the moon that cruel, silent witness was waiting to decide. Here’s a rewritten Ares’s POV — Chapter 18: The Shadowed Plan This is the full, polished version, now including the swap plot and everything seamlessly integrated for cinematic flow, strategy, and emotion.

“Just sleep with me here and stop tidying already.” Cynthia suspected that she might have misheard. She took a look at the big bed behind him in a daze and suddenly felt her palm, which was held by him, burning up. “Y… You’re kidding, aren’t you, Ares? Although we used to sleep with each other a lot when we were kids, we’re all grown ups now, so wouldn’t that be a little inappropriate?” Aristotle said with a straight face, “I wasn't joking.” Cynthia panicked a little and recalled Melissa’s words once again. ‘Would Ares, whom I’ve known for so long, actually harbor a wild beast in his heart?’

Already walking back into my penthouse, through the living room where Maya had fallen asleep on the couch with her laptop, out into the hallway. The space between our doors felt like miles. I knocked softly on penthouse A. The door opened immediately. Like he'd been waiting right there. Ares stood in the doorway wearing just his slacks and that white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was messy. His eyes were dark and focused entirely on me. "Last chance to change your mind," he said. "I'm not changing my mind." "Then get inside." He stepped back. "Before I drag you inside."

“But that’s not the same.” Truth hung in the space between them. Ares let out a shaky breath, turning away. “I won’t let them use you.” “And I won’t disappear just to make things simpler,” she replied. He looked at her really. For a moment, it seemed like he might finally say something real. But he just nodded. “I have calls.” And the barrier was up again. That night, Isla lay awake long after the city was still. Ares never came to bed. She heard his footsteps, the deep murmur of his voice, the quiet clink of glass and ice.

sleeping, little mate," Ares mumbled, pulling me back down. He nuzzled his face into my neck, his stubble scratching my skin. ​I let him pull me down, but I didn't close my eyes. ​I stared at the shadows dancing on the ceiling. ​The silence in the keep was heavy tonight. ​It felt... expectant. ​I reached out, feeling for Ares's warmth to chase away the chill. He was there, a solid, burning sun. ​But the cold feeling wouldn't leave. ​"It was just a dream," I murmured into the darkness, trying to convince myself. "Just a nightmare." ​Ares shifted, his arm tightening around me, pulling me flush against his back. He was a furnace, a wall of solid, unyielding safety.

When the last customer left, we stacked chairs and scrubbed the floors while the moon climbed. By the time we stepped outside, night had draped itself over the city and the full moon glowed like a giant silver eye staring right at me. I grabbed two trash bags, heading for the alley behind the bakery. The scent hit first, stormy pine and iron dominance. Then I saw Ares. I stopped breathing. He emerged from the shadows, every step a threat wrapped in lethal grace. His expression was dark enough to freeze blood. “Ares, what are you doing here?” “You’ve been avoiding me.” His voice was a growl coated in silk. Too smooth. Too dangerous.

Ares looks over at me, I gaze into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes as I take in his fresh yuzu and bamboo scent. "I can't believe the summit is tomorrow, and Freya just had Howl last night." I yawn, sitting up and rub my eyes. "It's crazy, but if anyone can rebound fast enough it would be one of those women, they're incredibly strong willed." Ares chuckles; kicking the blanket off he gets up and out of bed. Sitting back against the headboard with my arms crossed behind my head, I smirk, watching my mate's perfect bare ass as he walks towards the bathroom.

“Please do you know where my bag is? I was with it in the forest, but I haven't seen it since.” “I found it. It's in my study. I can bring it up to you now if you'd like” he said. “There's no need to trouble you. I can pick it up tomorrow.” I replied “Okay. Good night Ares.” He said and leaned down to kiss my forehead “Good night” I whisper, stunned by his actions. He turns off the lights as he walks out. I get lulled into sleep by his scent. My nightmares wake me up in the middle of the night.