The Night Before I Knew Him Novels & Stories

At least, that’s how it’s meant to feel. This isn’t his. Not the one he dragged me to that day to change his fucking bandage. But this one isn’t foreign for me either. I recognize it. I’ve been here before. That night. The first night. The night everything started unraveling without me even realizing it. The night I met him. The memory settles in, heavy and sharp. The same place. The same lights. The same illusion of warmth. The same trap. That was the night he marked me. Not with words. Not with anything obvious. But something quieter. More dangerous.

How Nonna spoils him, gives him all the love he needs at such a young age. But all of that is gone with a blink of an eye, and now it's nothing but the pain in him. I feel so bad, I don't know what else do to but to pray and hope for the better. After watching movies back to back, I head back upstairs and took a quick shower before going to bed. As I placed my nightgown on, I went to the side of my bed and closed the lights. Jason's back was against mine and neither of us said goodnight. I looked up and towered over his head to see if he was awake but his eyes were shut and I knew he was faking it, hence his eyes were twitching.

"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”

“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.

Let me ask you, Did you experience waking up in the middle of the night? Was it because of a nightmare? From falling? Or A dream of dying? Without hesitation, tonight, she would surely make herself aware of the truth.

The word lodges somewhere deep inside him. He tells himself it’s probably a nephew. Or a student. Or— But the math doesn’t sit right in his head. Three years. Three years since she left. Three years since the last night he saw her. His throat tightens. Inside, guests begin moving toward the dance floor. The host announces something about partnership and expansion. Lucien steps onto the terrace. She ends the call before turning. For a second, neither of them speak. New York hums below them. “You seem different,” he says finally.

Sitting there, she muttered, "Daniel… I won't eat strawberries anymore… I won't let Ethan eat strawberries anymore… Will you come back…" No one answered. Only the cold wind stirred the fallen leaves and covered her where she lay. - I sat in my warm home, looking out at the night. I thought back to when I first met Andrea. She had worn a white dress and smiled so sweetly. Back then, I believed she was my whole world. Now it felt like nothing more than a long nightmare. Fortunately, I woke up. I closed the curtains and turned to hold the one who truly loved me. As for Andrea, I no longer remembered her.