The Night Before Novels & Stories

Hearts 🔥 (1) 3night before The night is still young, says the alcoholic beverage in my hand as I danced my night away only to awaken and behold myself in a hotel, naked and sleeping beside me was a man, out of fear and disbelief I tiptoed my way out of the room and the moment I closed the door from behind, I ran out of the hotel like a lunatic, thankfully I won't be seeing him anymore, or so I thought?". Present-day.....

Marc was racing around putting things out and trying to get Jasmine to tidying the front counter. Today was Thursday. Thursdays and Fridays were always the busiest days at The Maze, hence Jasmine’s presence. She was slow and cumbersome. Her stocky build and dead straight black hair made her even more unusual and totally out of place. However, she was great at front of house and as much as Marc protested, she could make a mean coffee. Marc hated Thursday’s and Fridays simply because Jasmine had a little crush on him, despite the numerous attempts he’d made to inform her he was gay.

Eira asked tentatively, "The Blood Moon? That's next month, right?" Trish nodded but a sour look covered her face. "On my twentieth birthday. Yes. Jake had promised me a wonderful date," She squealed and her eyes were lost somewhere else for a second. "But instead I have to get my hands bloody. Anyways," She continued, "That buys you guys some more time. To prepare or to run away." "I will not leave my town," declared Damien, his voice booming like thunder.

The decorations were done the food was delivered in time and all the guests started arriving and I eventually forgot what had happen in the morning. *********** Well well well ....not the past he is the present & never know even the future and forever as well.. Let's just keep that decision on Anna *********** __________♡♡__________

I didn't get much sleep that night, and when daylight arrived, it brought with it nothing but a stifling sense of dread. Still haunted by Damien's message from last night, my phone rested on the nightstand like a ticking time bomb. He wanted to see me again, and while I knew I should avoid him as much as possible, I couldn't help but be drawn in by his interest and fascination.

Nora shook her head and chuckled. “You really don't remember anything? Well, let me recap a little for you. Yesterday was the last ball of the season, everyone was excited about it. We had our driving lessons and then got ready for the party. We got to the party, it was going well. Your crazy mother showed up with a bump on her head, we all joked about it.

While leaving, he said," Don't forget about my party, you got selected and I'm leaving tomorrow night, so we should totally celebrate." I nod and then tried sleeping . I have a feeling tomorrow is gonna be so tiresome because of the second round and Justin leaving. *_*

My room was almost cluttered that night because I felt like I was going crazy and fooling and didn't seem to be on myself anymore. I also had no sleep that night and I was almost just crying tears without stopping. While Troy was happy and enjoy Singapore with his other woman. I will never really forget this night in my whole life. That night hurt me deeply. A night where all my dreams of him were shattered. And the night where he made me feel again the pain he had made me feel before. The next day when I was just out of nothing sitting on my bed with reddened eyes and menacing eye bags due to the combined sleepless night and incessant crying.

The warmth of a moment ago still present but something careful moving underneath it now. "What is it," she says. The evening that was just ours shifts almost imperceptibly on its axis. "Nothing that cannot wait until morning," I say. But we both know that on the night before an injunction hearing, nothing waits until morning.

I turned off the study lights and stepped into the corridor. As I reached the bedroom door, something tightened in my chest, not fear. Anticipation. I pushed it open quietly. It was past midnight. The bedside lamps were still on. She was sitting upright against the headboard, hair loose over her shoulders, eyes wide and sleepless. She had been waiting. “It’s late,” I said, closing the door softly behind me. “You should rest.” “I tried.” Her voice was fragile but controlled. “Every time I close my eyes, the nightmares come.”