The Night The Book Novels & Stories

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

I was meeting my younger sister Niamh for a drink after work at one of London’s swanky hotels. Now, you might think there is nothing unusual about two sisters catching up over a cocktail but it’s nothing short of a miracle I still have a sister. It’s also a miracle Niamh could not only book the venue but get there without her support worker. And it’s an even bigger miracle I arrived at the hotel more or less on time.

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

I’ve never cared enough about anyone in that way so I was clueless. I watched as she got into the bed and I waited till I was sure she was deep asleep before I then went to take my shower. I slipped back into my shirt since there was nothing to change into. Our luggage is still missing. I quietly got into bed on the other side but it wasn’t up to ten minutes when the storm started. Heavy rain slammed against the windows while thunder shook the building. The lights flickered twice and then everything went dark. “I can’t believe this!” Lyra groaned from the other side of the bed while I rubbed my forehead.

Chapter 9: The Price of Victory Night falls heavy and fast, the way it always does in the borderlands—like someone snuffed out the last candle and left only smoke. I’m inside the tent, hood down, studying the next chapter by that faint violet glow from my own fingertips when the first vibration hits the ground. Not the usual camp shuffle. Not footsteps. Something heavier. Coordinated. Many. I drop the book. Hood up. Slip to the flap and peer out.

he says closing the door and giving the key to me. "Alright, can we go now?" "Yeah.." he nods and takes my free hands. Then we walk out of the locker room. Everyone still keeps staring at us. I guess it will continue for a few more days. "What were you reading earlier?" I ask him after I finish drinking the last dregs of the chocolate milk. "Darkest Night, it's the second book in a thriller series. I just started reading it today morning after I reached back home. And I already finished 90 pages."

Scarlett paused on their way out to inspect the fountain. Avery poured some of the water into a bottle and placed it in her bag. "For examining," she said when all eyes were on her. Augusta noticed the girls hurrying out the door. "Wow, that was quick." She checked the time, and it was nearly 2 a.m. She narrowed her eyes to see what Scarlett was holding. "Oh, no. The Book of the Night Walkers. She found it." Augusta burst out laughing. Scarlett will learn everything she needs to know about their family in that book. However, there will be one interruption. Her grandfather. If he discovers that the book has vanished, all hell will break loose.

Ranger Station – Just Before Dawn Clara hadn’t slept. She sat at her desk surrounded by books — some borrowed from the Terrell Historical Society, others from the dusty back shelves of the town’s near-forgotten library, and one, far older, bound in worn deer hide. It was a gift. Left anonymously at her door six months ago. No note. No return address. Only a title burned into the cover in no language she could read. But tonight, when she flipped to its center, the same split tree symbol was there.

I didn't even know how my voice sounded. “Close your eyes, little star, Let the night wrap where you are, Moonlight paints your dreams in gold, Safe and warm, no need to hold. Drift away on silver skies, No more tears in sleepy eyes, Hearts that love you stand so near, You are safe, there’s nothing to fear. Hush now, darling, breathe in slow, Where the quiet night winds blow, Morning comes with gentle light, But for now… just dream tonight.” I didn’t know when my voice began to tremble. My hands reached forward to my cheeks and only then did I realise I was crying.