The Last Goodnight Novels & Stories

She shook her head and returned to gaze up at the god-like man standing in front of her. The Bartender brought him a whiskey and together they sat in awkward silence sipping their drinks. Jeremey’s hand playfully slid up and down Jenny’s arm. Every touch made her body come alive. She wanted to be bold and ask if they could skip dinner, but she didn’t want to be to precocious. “I’ve made reservations at Dromana’s for 6:30pm. I hope that’s ok.” He grinned again and Jenny nodded. “I’ve just about finished my drink.” With that she sipped the last before smiling at him.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

"You are good, damned! wait let me catch my breath, you are next." like I anticipated earlier it's going to be a long night. Winks

POV: Akayda It was finally sunday night. My last night here. The neon lights flickered against the hallway walls, causing the whole place to glow purple and blue as I tightened the straps of my heels. I couldn’t believe it—after today, after a few more hours of forcing a smile, after one last climb on that pole, I would finally be done. No more Jade Firefly. No more late nights dancing. No more fake flirting with drunken men. Just… Akayda Jordan. A secretary at Knight Enterprises.

Subject: 'Night, Isabella Me: Goodnight, Max. With a sense of contentment, I set my phone aside and closed my eyes. I felt grateful for the friends who had stayed up for me, the messages that reassured me, and the bond that held us together. As sleep embraced me, I carried the warmth of their love in my heart, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I had a support system that would always be there.

"In about three hours." At one-fifteen AM, between contractions, Damien says, "Night Twenty-One." I look at him. "It is technically Night Twenty-One," he says. "The last night. The one that was supposed to be — whatever we decided it was supposed to be." He pauses. "I know this isn't what either of us planned." "No," I say. "It's not."

He didn’t say anything until the movie ended, and the cast credits appeared on the screen. “Nova?” Ciara called. “Live happily, Ciara.” “But—” “If you manage to escape, I will find you.” She gazed at his face, and he met her gaze. Then he smiled, squeezed her hand, and let it go. “Good night.” That was the last night they spent together. And that ‘good night’ became his last farewell to her. * On that day, after Ciara successfully escaped from the Blood Dawn headquarters, she waited and waited. But Nova never appeared. *

She glances at it under the table. One message, unknown number. “𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑖, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔”

ll do it “Brillant I’ll be in touch, goodnight sweetie” “Nighty Night Jax” I said hanging up.

It was too late when I felt his warm lips on my forehead. "Good night," he whispered. It was the last thing I heard along with the more evident clicks from cameras somewhere. To be continued...