The Night Unfurls Novels & Stories

I needed to see if they were being moved, or if they were being taken somewhere else. I chose the body of a man brought in that afternoon—an unclaimed drifter with no identification. I dusted his torso, his hands, and the soles of his feet. I dusted the internal lining of the body bag. Then, I sealed the zip. That night was the longest of my life. The hum of the industrial refrigerators usually lulled me to sleep, but tonight, it sounded like a growl. I paced the sterile white tiles, my UV flashlight burning a hole in my pocket. Every shadow seemed to stretch toward me. Every time the elevator chimed, my heart hammered against my ribs.

My hands were steady, but my mind was in chaos. The diner was quiet for a Tuesday. The neon 'OPEN' sign hummed. I wiped the same section of the counter over and over again, watching the rain start to smear across the front windows. Chicago at 2 AM is a graveyard for the lonely. It’s for the night-shift nurses, the cab drivers, and the people who have nowhere else to go. I was tired of being the girl who had nowhere to go. I looked at my reflection in the chrome of the milkshake machine.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

A branch in its endless, gnarled roots. And then, the darkness fractured. Light. It was a flicker, a sudden flash of brightness that felt like fire on his skin. Ben’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped, pulling in air that tasted like ash. His body jerked with the instinct to flee, but there was nowhere to run. He was still on the cold ground, but the forest was no longer just an empty abyss. It was a labyrinth, a twisted landscape of trees with faces carved into their trunks, eyes staring out at him, watching, waiting.

Dale then continued asking him as he pointed every single part of the design, planning to irritate him. Amidst their noise was Yuna, trying to concentrate on reading every description and detail of the design to find what's wrong with it. 'Was the setup wrong all along or the mirrors? We should disassemble the telescope to see the---' She unexpectedly toppled the rod of the scroll, causing it to roll and fall on the stone floor. It continued to roll until it stopped, revealing something else to her. The silence managed to distract Dale and Zyair childish fight and turned to look at Yuna bending her knees while silently looking at the other information on the scroll. They approached her, only

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

Selene shared memories of her mother's kindness and resilience, her words carrying a promise to uphold Elizabeth's legacy. As the flames of the funeral pyre consumed Elizabeth's earthly remains, Selene stood with her pack, their hearts heavy yet united. They had lost a beloved member, but they had gained a renewed sense of purpose and unity. Later that night, as Selene stood at the edge of their strengthened camp, she looked up at the stars. "Mom," she whispered, "we'll keep going. We'll keep fighting. For you, and for all of us." In the darkness, the barrier shimmered, a testament to their determination to protect their own. And Selene, with her unborn child nestled safely within her, felt

She turned in her sleep and the robe she wore on top of the revealing nightie he saw last night flew open exposing her goodies to his hungry eyes. He willed himself to look away and not be tempted by the shape of her body and how well her breast pressed against the fabric of the nightie, he could see her perky nipples and was very tempted to touch them, how he was able to spend the night with such a gorgeous woman and not take her was beyond him but now that he was awake, he had to remind himself who she was and why it would be a bad idea to start anything with her. Lance finally got himself to look away from her and got off the bed, he meant to leave without waking her but she must be a lig

“That’s all youthink about when you see me—getting into my pants like a god-damned pervert.” “You really have no shame, do you?” I hissed, but his deep chuckle resonated through the phone, sending chills down my spine. “You know, bad girls deserve to be punished, Blue,” he said, his tone dripping with dark promises. In that moment, I felt the thrill of danger and vulnerability intertwine, the night unraveling around me like a wild tapestry, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far I’d let it go. "Maybe I want to be punished."