The Night The Book Novels & Stories

Two years apart, and it’s impossible to believe he didn’t fall for someone else during that time. It was already 8 p.m. when I arrived at Ravi’s house. I could still hear the housemaids talking downstairs, but I didn’t bother greeting them. I went straight to my room, took a bath, and soaked my body in warm water. It gave me a small sense of comfort. I stayed in the tub for almost thirty minutes before deciding to properly shower. I changed into a lavender nightdress, turned down the AC, cracked open the small glass window above the larger one to let in fresh air, then sat by my bed. I opened two cans of beer and started drinking.

Rebel’s POV The problem with nights in the clubhouse is that they don’t really end. The music stops, the laughter fades, the bikers wander off to bed or to someone else’s—but the energy lingers like heat after a storm. It hums through the walls, through the floors, through my bones. And tonight, something feels wrong. I’m curled on my bed reading a dog eared book, the one Fang always pretends he doesn’t know I stole from his room years ago. The air is thick with the scent of oil and steel from the garage below, comforting in the way only home can be.

Derick fired back, but she didn’t stay to listen. She turned and ran, her footsteps pounding against the ground, heart splitting wide open as the night swallowed her whole.

"One more night of peace. Tomorrow, you and your mommy learn what it really means to lose everything." She stood, turned off the lamp, and walked out into the storm, the ultrasound burning a hole in her purse like a hidden bomb. The game was merely paused. Tomorrow, it reached its devastating crescendo.

["Naughty, Am I Not?"] The claws of night spread across the whole city, covering it with nothingness. Stars flickered and pulsated up in the night sky, and as if in a parade, they fluttered their shine while occasionally hiding behind the soft embrace of clouds that were in need of mates. There — somewhere in a room having an absolute lack of light and embraced only in blues and reds, were two individuals who were hungrily stroking each other, not willing to find solace in their sugary-sweet kisses.

"I can't have anything with this good man." "Why do you look so worried is everything okay with you?" Siaasked after noticing that Selene had really not smiled ever since she entered her room. "I can't let go of what happened that night. I have been restless ever since. I have gone back to that field but he didn't show up." "Excuse me? You went back to what field." Sia asked her. She couldn't understand why Selene kept bringing up the one-night stand. Why was it called a one-night stand again?

Max asked and looked around the room. “The adults seem to be having fun.” Nora replied as she watched the couples dancing in the middle of the room, they were all adults. “Probably because it was hosted by middle-aged couples.” Max added and they all chuckled except Axel. “Lily, what is with that book? You have been holding on to it all night.” Nora said and Lily held the book to herself firmly. “Yeah, it's nothing.” She replied and Nora furrowed her brows. Lily isn't the type to hide something.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.