That One Night Novels & Stories

“Then we channel that energy. Tonight, we take a moment for ourselves. One night. One breath. And then tomorrow, we fight again.” Her wolf growled softly beneath her skin, coiling with tension, anticipation, and longing. “One night…” she echoed, voice trembling, the admission both vulnerable and desperate. He leaned closer, lips brushing her temple in a lingering, intimate kiss. “One night,” he confirmed. “And no one, nothing, will take it from us.” The evening unfolded with deliberate intimacy.

She all but whispered, as she looked at my face that was now only a few inches away from her own, our nose almost touching. “That night.” “That night?” She asked, her breath uneven once more, and I only nodded in response, “Nope.” “Oh” I said in a low tone. “Why would I? It was just a one night stand, like everyone else's, no strings attached.” “Just one night stand?” I don't know why the sound of that makes my hackles rise,

And I felt like an idiot because of it. I had given him my number before we parted, but maybe he didn’t feel the level of connection I did. Which only made my situation worse, because I wanted more than one night and I’d been certain he did too. “New Year’s Eve.” It was cryptic, but she was also the only one who would understand, the only one in the building who had been there. Her eyes popped wide. “Richard? Seriously?”

I glanced at the nanny, it was absurd, completely inappropriate. “Daddy.” I sighed. Well, Rowena was on a trip and would be back tomorrow morning. I guess nothing wrong would happen. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Fine.” “Really?” “But only tonight,” I held up a finger. “One night.” Luisa looked like she wanted to argue. I shot her a look and she immediately shut her mouth. “One night,” I repeated. “And never again.” “Okay!” I walked to the opposite side of the bed and climbed in. Elias stayed in the middle while Luisa occupied the far side.

"There's this party tomorrow night at the Grandview Hotel. Some trust fund kids are hosting it." "I can't afford hotel parties." "You don't need money. Just show up and exist for three hours. Talk to people who don't need help with homework. Drink expensive wine someone else is paying for. Remember what it feels like to be young." "Zoe” "Maya, when's the last time you did something spontaneous? Something just for yourself?" I thought about it. I couldn't remember. "Never. The answer is never." Zoe stood up. "Which is exactly why you're coming with me tomorrow night."

"Hey, yeah, sorry." She giggled like always. "Off in la-la-Layla land again?" She had created a name for my constant state of dreaming. I always seemed to be off in my own little world, but to be fair, that world was so much better than this one. "Sorry," I replied timidly. "My mom texted and wanted to know if you were having dinner with us again tonight?" Harper held her phone up and waited for me to respond.

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

I still couldn't believe it when I found out I had a one-night stand with my boss, of all people. I blame the booze I drank that night; if I hadn't been intoxicated that night, I wouldn't have made the mistake of sleeping with a stranger and losing my virginity, but it's too late to repent now, so I vowed never to drink again. Aside from drinking, I blame Brix for everything; if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten wasted and slept with a random stranger. Normally, it takes me more than an hour to get home, but because of how fast I drive, it only took me 40 minutes instead.

Davin Lucas dragged a hand down his face. “Davin, one-night stands are supposed to last one night. That’s literally why they’re called one-night stands. You sleep together, you leave, end of story. So why are there enough paintings of this woman in here to fill a gallery?” “Will you let me speak for a damn second?” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. I’m listening.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I explained. “We met at a club, and then a few days later, she turned up in my class.”

One Night's Stand was the name of the nightclub. Martin was trying to figure out what to cook for Quentin because the only thing he could make was boxed pasta, but then Quentin told him to drive him to One Night's Stand. Immediately, he perked up and grabbed the car keys to get the car ready. Noelle blinked, and Summer was nowhere to be seen. As she wondered where her friend had gone, she turned around and bumped into someone dressed as a monster. She quickly apologized, but the man cornered her against the wall and said, "Hey, pretty. Let me show you something cool."