The Night We Began นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You really don't remember anything? Well, let me recap a little for you. Yesterday was the last ball of the season, everyone was excited about it. We had our driving lessons and then got ready for the party. We got to the party, it was going well. Your crazy mother showed up with a bump on her head, we all joked about it. Then you pulled Axel to the dance floor and danced with him, everyone watched, and everyone was happy. I and Max joined and other people did too. After the dance, I don't fucking know what happened but you suddenly got into an argument with Axel and you stormed off. You have been missing since then and you showed up this morning with your fucking nude all over the internet

GIANNA I woke the next day with a start. It had taken the whole night for the reality of what Victoria had done to set in, and as is usual after one of our encounters, I'm left feeling like I'm suffering from PTSD. The therapist I'd been allowed to see before Becky put a stop to it when I was ten had been getting close to that diagnosis, I'm sure.

Where love began, and where it will always return The End

The hours slipped away as they lost themselves in each other; the moon hung high in the sky, casting a slivering glow over them, a witness to their fervent explorations; gasps and moans filled the room. They went until dusk, every moment a testament to Damian's insatiable desire. They finally collapsed into each other's arms. Blue stirred awake, the warm golden rays of the sun spilling over her, streaming through the expansive glass walls of Damian's room. The view was breathtaking as the beach stretched before her. As she tried to sit, a sharp pain shot through her back, a reminder of the previous night. She checked her phone—1:00 pm. After a quick shower, she dressed in a bikini with a loo

... My fiancé's best friend, Candace Lombard, held her phone high, the camera trained on my nearly bare body. Her laughter was sharp and mocking. "Wow, Cathy, so eager already? The wedding night has barely started, and you're stripping?" My cheeks burned with shame as I yanked the blanket around me, shooting a desperate glance at my new husband, Sam Whitman, standing by the bed. He frowned but made no move to stop her. Instead, he gently nudged me. "Don't get upset. Candace is just having fun with the wedding night pranks. She doesn't mean any harm."

Still mad about my attitude on the phone, she grabbed a change of clothes and went to wash up. By the time she finished, I was already lying in bed, ready to sleep. Nyra stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me. Her intense gaze was impossible to ignore, even with my eyes closed. Just as I was getting annoyed, my phone rang. "Tyler! Isn't today your birthday? I've brought over some company perks for you!" Matteo's loud voice cut through the quiet night. Nyra's expression crumbled at his words. I hung up, then immediately got out of bed and walked out.

A brutal one. Should I be relieved? I sucked in a deep breath. "This is a consultancy agreement," I said. "This is — it's just work." I almost added 'so, what's the big deal?' "Mhm..." He looked amused. "It's just work." He took a step closer to me. "Let me read it to you the way I wrote it before my lawyer thought it wise to modify it into legal language." My heart thundered. I knew it. "Sixty nights." He nodded at the page in my hands. "That clause about availability after eight. It means when I call, you come. Not when it's convenient. Not when Liam's out of town. When I call."

And a new beginning had just begun. ---

--- The night raid began at midnight. We moved through the forest like shadows, our steps silent, our senses sharp. Altan led the way, his massive form blocking the wind, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. Ayşe walked beside me, her blade drawn, her breath steady. And Stellan walked at my side, his hand in mine, the bond pulsing between us like a second heartbeat.

“Then let’s end this.” We step out into the night— And into the trap waiting for us.