That One Night Novels & Stories

Immediately, he turned cold and enraged. “What the hell!” He yelled out of his lungs as he slapped One so hard that she screamed in pain. Alexander was still in a state of shock each time he tried to think of how possible it was that One came into his room, and even spent the night there. “It was only a night…it wasn’t even as though we did anything”, One explained, without a glint of remorse in her eyes. Alexander was stunned that for some minutes, he only gaped at her as though he has just seen a ghost.

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds

Selene It was night when we came out of our hotel room to go star gazing I brought my camera to take pictures, while Klyde just watched me I don't know how many hours or minutes we were there, I also captured some of the stars shining in the dark sky In the end, we also went straight to the restaurant where we were going to eat, as usual there were only a few people there

"I don't know what exactly happened, but I'm going to assume that when I left, you got drunk, used MY tab, partied, saw Stan, and then slept with him. News flash! That's called a one-night stand. You're not the only person who experienced it. I do it all the time. But the only thing you missed was that you let him stay. Wake up, Christine. You're allowing a stranger in your house, and you've slept with him, TWICE.

It felt good to know they looked to me for leadership. "Tonight is the full moon night—the night we reconnect with our inner, stronger selves; a night we summon our natural-born instincts; a night to remind us who we truly are! Tonight is the night of The Hunt!!" "Yeah!!!!" they screamed in excitement, their voices echoing in the stillness of the evening.

One night with her felt like years, one night and I wish she was mine, one night that could end my life and hers if she finds out who I am, one night I'm risking, ONE NIGHT, ONE NIGHT, ONE FUCKING NIGHT. She's different I told my self, she's different SHE'S FUCKING DIFFERENT. I hope cause I''m breaking all my rules for one night. One nice with a girl I only met a few hours ago.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

“Maybe you should stop doing things that make it race.” Nathaniel chuckled softly, and Avery slipped her hand from beneath his, a smile tugging at her lips. She reached for the door handle, but before she could open it, Nathaniel spoke again. “Avery.” She paused and turned back to him. His expression had shifted slightly, still calm, but more serious now. “Tonight wasn’t a mistake,” he said quietly. Avery held his gaze, her heart beginning that wild rhythm all over again. “I didn’t think it was,” she said softly.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

Damien’s POV The sound of the alarm pulled me from sleep. I blinked at the ceiling, disoriented, then glanced beside me. My chest tightened. The bed was empty. She was gone. I sat up slowly, my mind clouded with fragments of last night. Her scent lingered faintly in the air. The sheets were cold and untouched. Why had she leave before I woke up? I remembered last night, but I didn’t have to dwell on it. She was just a stranger, a one-night stand. Nothing more.