The Night I Let Him In Novel Novels & Stories

​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff. ​"It's a novel, Alessandro," I said, forcing a calm tone, ignoring the frantic pounding in my ears. "Now, you have your distraction. The door is right there." ​I gently pushed his shoulder, guiding him toward the door. He offered no resistance, simply holding the book loosely in one hand and letting me push him. ​As he stepped into the hallway, his eyes met mine one last time. "Good night, cara mia," he smiled dangerously. "Enjoy your solitude. I intend to spend the night imagining exactly what I'll do to end it when this infernal week is over."

Inside was a bottle of whiskey he had kept for twenty years, meant for Adrian after dinner. My father had said the Morettis valued status, but they also valued gestures. That bottle was his final recognition of Adrian before entrusting his daughter to him. When the key turned in the door, the living room lights were still off. Adrian came in smelling of fireplace smoke and Lucia’s jasmine perfume. “Why are the lights off?” I did not answer. He removed his coat and walked toward me, lifting a hand toward my face the way he always did after an argument. “Still angry?” he asked. “I admit I didn’t handle Christmas Eve well, but Lucia was in serious condition. I couldn’t just leave her.”

I immediately pulled my hand out of his and stepped back as he stepped closer to me. "Do you mind if I walk with you?" he asked, his demeanor changing suddenly as if he had been hurt. I smiled and nodded as I turned and began to walk. We walked in silence for a few moments before Ikaris spoke. "How was your first night?" he asked. Suddenly, I didn't know what to say. My first night was anything but ordinary. I knew I couldn't tell him what I saw or thought I saw, even though I now questioned if seeing the wolf was real.

I can't take this, I must leave now. I'm about to step out, but I was taken back by a grip from my hand. My balance collapsed, I only found myself, laying next to the naked body of Noire. My eyes widen! It's absurd! I stood up immediately, and let go of his grip on my arm. Ho! That was close! He only 'hmm' and then sleep again. This is insane. What a sleepyhead. My calls won't work on him. I think I should get outta here, and just wait until he woke up. I can't stand seeing him, naked. It's too much!

I wait till it cools and then checking that it isn't raining out anymore, walk it down to his house. Knocking, I wait patiently for him to come to the door. No answer, so I go around to the backdoor. It's always unlocked and I figured I will just leave it on the table for him to find when he gets home, but upon entering I realize that he isn't gone. Instead, I hear moaning and the bed squeaking loudly. Funny, that moaning sounds awfully familiar. I try to back out, but he must have heard me come in the door. The next thing I know, he comes out naked wielding a bat.

Photos of him and Cassie being disgustingly happy still make my chest ache. You wouldn’t blame me for that, you know? Hunter was the golden prize. Tall, masculine, charming, with those warm hazel eyes and lips that knew exactly how to ruin a girl. So, forgive me when I say I’ve come to the conclusion that I may never fully get over him. Ellis leads me toward the makeshift bar in the corner where three guys stand. “Yo, guys!” My eyes scan around as we head towards them. I can already picture my parents walking in and losing their minds.

he asked. "Leo," Ben said. "Julian says it's because the kid yelled like a lion the first night." Ethan laughed before he could stop himself. It hurt, but not like before. That evening, he walked home instead of taking a cab. The city had turned cold, and between the buildings, a few stars were visible through the dark. He thought of Claire years ago, on a resort balcony with wind in her hair, telling him she wanted to be married by the ocean.

The library doors locked with a soft click that sounded louder than any shout. I had only stepped inside to find a book that might help me sleep. The mansion felt too quiet tonight, and I needed something to distract my racing mind. But the moment the doors closed behind me, I knew I had made a mistake. Victor stood near the tall windows with his back to me, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The storm outside cast flickering shadows across the room, making his silhouette look even more imposing.

Adel Returns in the Evening Adel stood before the apartment door, took out his key, and inserted it into the lock: — Hopefully, they’ve slept. He entered; the atmosphere was calm. A faint red light spilled from Nelly’s room. He whispered, smiling: — Seems like Nelly’s forgiven me… or perhaps she pitied me after last night. The couch felt sharp under his hand as he felt a pang of pain. He walked slowly toward Naomi’s room, resting his hand on the armrest, gently opening the door. Adel entered; Nelly lay on the bed pretending to sleep. He closed the door quietly, stood before the wardrobe, and pulled out his travel bag with his clothes. He took out his nightwear and approached the bed carefull

. “No. It was just a one night stand. Please leave me alone, Marcus,” he said to me in a warning voice. “I have work to do.” I held his gaze for a long moment. “This is not over, pretty boy,” I told him with a small smile. “You will see.” Then, I left the office, but the hunger that I had for him only grew stronger. And later that night, I drove to his apartment building and went up the stairs to find that his front door was left unlocked, probably in his haste to get inside and rest his head and leg after a long day at his work. I pushed it open quietly and stepped inside. The place was small and full of bookshelves that were loaded with books. And soft light was coming from the bedroom