Solo Leveling Night Comic Novels & Stories

I shut the window and hear Chey chuckling. "Come back to bed, I can't sleep without something under my knee and I need your ass." She groans, groggy. "You think cause you're bugger than me you can just boss me?" She nods and gives a sleepy smirk. "'Tis thee pecking order." "I have feelings too." I pout, disguising the nerves still evident in my voice. "Now." She snacks the bed, feigning impatience and I run towards her. "Yes daddy."

she blotted out. With that, I stood up to where she was seated, and I lifted her jaw, which resulted in her looking me in the eyes, So I said, "Whether you like it or not, the night we had will be repeated countless times, and there is nothing, I mean nothing you can do about it, and never let it out of your head that I, Dante Blaze is the man you had a one night stand with and trust me, I will make you mine," Saying this, I saw the fear in her face, and then I freed her jaw from my hand.

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"She jumped me and kissed me." Luis slid his sunglasses down to peer at me. "Do I need to go in there and scratch the bitches eyes out? Because I totally will." "Nah, let's not make a scene. It's over with," I replied. Lane slapped me on the back. "Enough with the sour faces. We're about to work together again, brother. Let's go celebrate." Luis groaned as he slid his sunglasses back down. "It's 9 a.m. Lane. I need my bed, not celebrating."

Warning!!! Graphic scenes, mature content, abuse and sexual harrassment. Gianni Summers It's Saturday and guess what I'm doing? Lying in bed staring at my ceiling once again. It's safe to say I look like the actual dead. Eyes dark and sunken in, lost weight too. I haven't been eating, unless Soph forces it down my throat, I haven't been sleeping either. The only time I'm not a complete zombie is when EJ is in my arms.

****Derek**** Tonight was a good night. My bachelor party was the best and my buddies paid for some hot chick to keep us company. They were so eager to get some stick in their hole. We went to a club to drink and dance. The girls are so eager there and they know that we have money. After that, we went into a Casino to gamble. I won ten thousand and it makes my whole day happier. I keep looking at my phone from time to time waiting for her to call me. She might miss me or be curious about how my evening is going.

“It’s not sleazy. You set your boundaries. You dance, you get tipped. That’s it.” Isabel hesitated. Her thoughts swirled with her empty bank account, the rising tuition letter sitting unopened in her drawer, and the silent number saved in her phone under Dad that hadn’t lit up in months. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “It’s just one night,” Jenna said gently. “One night, and we’d make more than we’ve earned scrubbing this dump for a whole year. And hey—” she nudged Isabel’s arm—“we’ll treat it like a celebration. High school’s over. We’re nineteen, out of this hellhole soon. What’s more fitting than one night pretending we’re rich and hot and untouchable?”

"The damn condom, I didn't use it." The silence that followed was broken only by my irregular breathing. Fear was present in every word I spoke, as I tried to maintain my composure under his gaze. "I was completely alone. How could I reach out to the guy I slept with just one night and tell him I was expecting a child? Besides, I didn't even know who you were." I made a motion to open my purse and calmly took out my phone, raising the wallpaper image of Lorenzo. Ethan seemed to analyze the picture, his eyes fixed on the screen, not knowing what to say to me.

We eventually moved to the North Side. On my final night at the diner, Lou didn't give me a retirement speech or a gold watch. He waited until 4:00 AM, when the neon sign was the only thing flickering in the dark, and slid a thick white envelope across the counter. Inside was eight hundred dollars in cash, a "bonus" he claimed came from an old tax rebate, though the handwritten note on the back in his messy script simply read: Keep your head up, Olson.

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.