The Night Before I Knew Him Novels & Stories

"You knew about the spare key, didn't you?" A crazed smirk played on his lips... My nerves tingled with a mixture of fear and disbelief. The walls felt like they were closing in as I processed all of it, "That same night, you said, that you know that I don't sleep at night especially when it is dark. How did you know? Because I don't remember telling you anything about myself." His expression remained eerily calm, a twisted satisfaction lingering in his eyes.

"You're such an idiot." "Wait... I was also going to tell them how you moaned that night before you came," he said with a malicious expression, walking up and stopping in front of me. I wanted to punch him and, at the same time, pin him to my bed. "There's more... I was going to say that you came again in the early hours after another round. That was incredible. Do you remember? Because I remember very well." I remembered that night perfectly. How amazing it was, and... Wait... Damn! I forgot to take the damn pill. My brain went into a panic. Damn!

Instead, he slammed the door behind him and stormed down the dimly lit hotel hallway, his footsteps echoing against the silence like a cruel punctuation mark. The silence settled around me, heavier than the sheets tangled around my body. I screamed into the void, my own voice bouncing off the lavish walls. Who was this man? How come I had sex with a man that I don't even know his name? How did I get here? What happened the previous night? I felt a slight headache as my memory jogged back to the previous night. FLASH BACK YESTERDAY NIGHT, 8:30PM

THALIA I did not want to be alone with the last letters that night, and I did not say so out loud. I did not need to. He already knew, the way he always knew, because the bond carried it to him before the words ever came. When the lamp was low and the compound was quiet, he knocked once on my door, and I told him to come in, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. Neither of us said, this is the night after the last letters. The room said it for us.

"Marcus, can we meet?" "There's no need," I replied. "I really need to tell you something. Please, just give me ten minutes. Let's meet at the coffee shop downstairs from your place. It's a public area," he said. In the end, I went. Vincent sat in a corner, unshaven and listless. I sat down and didn't order anything. "Go ahead." He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. "I was only 18 years old when Natalia and I got together."

Why was it called a one-night stand again? Selene understood how Sia felt. She knew she shouldn't be bringing the night up again but she couldn't help it. She rushed to see him and tell him how she felt about that night. They never got the chance the tell each other about their feelings and it irked her. She craved his face, his touch. She couldn't think straight. Sia looked at her friend and was at a loss for words for some time. "Okay let's say you want to meet him. Do you know him from Adams?" she asked.

If we didn’t. But I remember the ache in my head the next morning. I remember reaching for my phone and finding it dead. I remember blood in my mouth—like I’d bitten my tongue. I remember a whisper: Don’t fight it. Just smile. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know what happened. But it didn’t feel like this.” He leans back, finally, exhaling through his teeth. “This was the night we met.” I look up. “Before the fire. Before Saint ever knew your name.” His voice sharpens. “Why the hell don’t we remember it?”

The kind that meant he already knew what it was and wasn't ready to say it. "Killian." He looked at me for a long moment. Something moved behind his eyes — there and gone before I could name it. "Not tonight, Amore." he said “ Tonight is just about going wild”

He knows my weak spots, he knows everything about me. "Just one more time please?" He said and pushed me on the bed. I think i don't have a choice so i nodded and yeah we ended up doing it till morning. ---

“Maybe we need to create a night that is memorable.” “Alright,” I said, crossing my arms. “Pick me up at six.” Dinner passed in a blur. I could remember talking to Brandon about the business and where I wanted my life to go, but everything else faded away when he parked in front of a house on the beach. “This place is amazing,” I said, looking up at the black house contrasted sharply against the white sand. Even though the stars were hanging high overhead, midnight nearing fast, I could still make out the crest of the waves crashing.