Tempest Night Novels & Stories

he reassured me, giving my hand another squeeze. “Can I have a hint?” I asked and before I could ask another question, he placed a quick kiss on my lips silencing me. “Now sweetheart calm down I promise you’ll love where we’re going. “I still have a bad feeling about this surprise” I said and he sighed, “we’re going to a lovely dinner and going to spend time together” I nodded accepting his answer and leaned back in my seat. Once we arrived, I felt Lewis shake my shoulder jolting me awake and in front of me laid out was a beautiful city view off a cliff side. “What is it?” I asked, still slightly dazed as I lifted my head looking out the front window seeing fairy lights in the distance.

The fourth night did not arrive with props or costumes, but with the raw, untamed fury of nature itself. A genuine tempest had rolled in off the Hudson, battering Blackwood Manor’s stone walls with wind and rain that sounded like shrapnel. The master bedroom was dark save for the intermittent flash of lightning through the windows, each bolt illuminating the room in stark, silver relief. Julian stood by the window, his silhouette carved from shadow and storm light, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his hair damp from where he’d stepped onto the balcony to feel the gale. He was no longer Sovereign or Surgeon. Tonight, he was the Storm—chaos given form, passion unchained, the part of him tha

"My place has security. 24/7. Gated garage. You and Mia stay tonight. We'll sort the rest in the morning." Elena had packed a quick overnight bag while Damian waited in the living room, scrolling his phone with a face like thunder. Theo's rumor was gaining traction, anonymous posts on industry boards calling her agency "unreliable" and hinting at "CEO drama." Sterling Creative was winning the narrative before the Horizon campaign even launched. The doors opened directly into the penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Chicago skyline. Marble floors, minimalist furniture in charcoal and cream, art that probably cost more than her apartment. A faint scent of leather and c

The storm arrived exactly as the neighbor had predicted, but it wasn't the gentle dusting the valley was used to. By midnight, a fierce, howling wind had swept down from the Apennines, burying the lavender fields under a thick, white shroud. The farmhouse felt like a small island in a frozen sea, the timbers groaning under the weight of the gale. Inside, the hearth was a glowing orange eye in the dark, but the peace of the house was shattered at 3:00 AM.

She got up from the chair she sat on, pecked Diri on the cheek, and walked out of the room. **** It was 7:50 pm. Diri sat on the balcony, staring at the night sky. He couldn't stop thinking of what happened that day, he kept wondering why Tasha chose to behave that way. He jerked back to reality as Jeffery walked into the room with two glass cups and a bottle of red wine. "Nothing makes an evening cooler than red wine," he said, giving a glass to Diri, "Consider this a peace offering." Diri smiled and turned away, holding up his cup for Jeffery to pour some red wine into it.

The Tempest-1 soared across the skies, carrying everyone's hopes for the future. The communicators were radio silent, but everyone was paying close attention to the operation. Novemton had already picked out the best reporters to ride on choppers with cameras at hand. They were going to record everything that happened in Serpent's Haven from every angle for all of Navia to watch. At eleven o'clock, Tempest-1 finally landed at Azure Creek's headquarters, where Ivy, Alan, Blaze, and the others were all lined up and ready to board. As soon as the aircraft landed, Adrian and Gloria walked out and stood before everyone.

Her eyes rolled as if she was a fucking dragon or something, with hot air in her breath to leave me dead in an instant. "Let me go!" She barked at me, which kind of took me by sur-prise. The calm and quiet Adele had been replaced by this monster. The girl that I'd spent the night with and thought of it as nothing but pleasure had disappeared and right now it felt like fucking hell. "No, not until you answer me. Not until you tell me what's upset you?"

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.

With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement. God damn it Kaydence you are weak. Getting caught because you ran the wrong way. I have been here long enough I should know my way around by now. Damion Night has been my home for four years now and it has been hell since day one. My first night here he lost his temper with me because I wouldn't stop crying.

After a few moments of speaking and clicking her tongue to her teeth, Weaver dropped her palms to the hearts, clutched them up tight in her grip and pushed them over close, nearly bumping them together. “Arise, tribes of Pictdom,” she hissed, not seeming to care if any heard her, but her voice echoed out of the woods so loud quite a few standing took a step back. They all looked about, unable to understand how her voice came out so thunderous and rolled across the dell. “We will march on this morning, thousands of hearts, but one beat.” She then dashed the hearts together, causing her apprentice to jump and Tancorix to step backwards out of the grove. Her hands ground the hearts collectively