The Night I Let Him In Novel Novels & Stories

When I woke up early this morning, I turned on the bed to find he wasn't there again. As expected, he might be beating himself up on why someone who is ‘straight’ spent the most wonderful night in a gay man's bed. I had sex with him, I also had no regrets. I walked out of the room, burying myself behind me as I saw a car pull into the mansion from the window. “They're here.” Dad replied and I grunted, shifting uncomfortably. A few minutes later, the door opened and she stepped in, walking towards me with a big smile on her face.

The city lights blurred slightly, not because of speed, but because my eyes kept burning, kept threatening to betray me. The last time I did this, I never got answers. The last time, the flowers disappeared into a building I couldn’t enter, into a mystery I couldn’t solve. But tonight… tonight he wasn’t hiding. Tonight, I got to see exactly who Daniel was about to spend the night with. They drove for a while, the streets growing quieter, cleaner, richer. The kind of neighborhood where the sidewalks shone and the buildings stood tall and proud, dressed in glass and gold. When the hotel finally came into view, my stomach dropped.

But no, I had to come now, in the middle of the night, alone, because something inside me just couldn’t let go of that itch in my chest that wouldn’t stop until I saw him again. I knocked on the main door several times. No answer. So I tried the handle. It opened. Typical Saint. He never locked his doors. The man didn’t believe anyone would dare walk in uninvited, even though he didn't have guards. The moment I stepped inside, the air shifted. It was way too quiet, but it carried that scent I’d never been able to shake off: smoke, whiskey, leather, and something darker underneath. It smelled like him. And just like that, every nerve in my body woke up.

In the way he let go. That was the night I let myself believe. That we were more than paper. That I wasn’t just something convenient. That maybe… this man, this guarded, broken, impossible man, was starting to choose me. But now? Now I was in a town he didn’t know, in clothes that still smelled like antiseptic and fear, without a driver, a call, or a trace of anyone looking for me. And he hadn’t come after me. Not even a message. Just silence.

I say. The light looks like he’s going to answer and at that point considers superior of it, turning on his heel and withdrawing from the room. The cell entryway hammers closed, taking off me in haziness once more, and that’s the final I see of anyone. That night, I dream almost Map book and the to begin with night we went through together after our mission to his previous pack. I can nearly feel his solid arms around me, his breath against my neck as he sucks marks into my skin, the way his hips buck against mine as he claims me as his possess, making me feel things I never felt some time recently. In the repercussions, I was gleaming, lit up from interior by what I felt for him. When I wak

I glanced at the door. It was true. I left it unlocked because I was under the impression that nobody would bother me at night. Nobody ever did despite the moments when I cried or screamed myself awake. In the daytime, people knocked before I let them in except on the few occasions when I was asleep and people didn't bother me aside from Emilia, Claire and the people who brought me breakfast. The last thing I expected was for anyone to come in this time of the night, especially him. Wasn't it too much of a coincidence? Had he come here for some ulterior motive?

he whispered and pulled me back again All night his hand was on my waist and he didn't let go of me, he was talking to people he knew and most of the people he was talking to were men While we were sitting on the sofa, my head was leaning on his shoulder, I don't know what time it is but all I know is that I'm very sleepy, he's still talking to his business partners or something, he just knows When he noticed that my eyes were closed, he pulled me closer to him "Are you sleepy?" he asked and I felt his face pressed against my neck I just nodded and let him, I didn't even realize that I had lost consciousness because of the sleepiness I was feeling The only thing I remember is that he lowered

imagining how and what she would have chosen had she been its chatelaine and then translating that into. Roth parked his Land Rover out of sight and sound of the house. The peafowl, on their way to their roosting place, saw him and started to flap their wings until he threw down the grain he had brought with him to silence them. No point in giving the intruders the same warning he himself had so helpfully received. Abandoning her study of the Hall, elena stepped back into the shadows and made her way back towards her parked car. As he rounded the corner of the

Boys. I walked into the hallway just as kids were filling in from lunch, my eyes scanning over the crowd for any signs of Ally, actually feeling light-hearted for once since this gloomy day had begun. My eyes caught a glimpse of the popular four coming down the hallway and I turned away once more, heading toward my locker. Ally would probably find me here faster. I sighed opening my locker door watching as a note floated out of it falling to the floor. My eyebrows creased, picking it up and turning it over, eyes scanning over the words. LET ME IN TONIGHT.

“Nelly.” I blinked rapidly, inhaling sharply. “I’m here,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re not alone.” I nodded, clinging to his words like a lifeline. With a deep breath, I pushed the car door open, and we stepped into the night. Inside, the air was thick with the overwhelming scent of weed, sweat, and stale perfume. The walls pulsed with music, the bass reverberating through my chest. Dim red lighting barely illuminated the room, casting eerie shadows on the half-dressed women weaving through groups of men.