The Night We Began Novels & Stories

I said shooting him a bad stare and he chuckled. “Gosh! I have to eat,” I said and stood to go. I got to the dining room and began eating. Shortly afterward, the others joined. We ate happily till we are through eating. Minutes later, we resumed back to the siting room. “Guys, let’s play truth and dare.” Nickel suggested and we all agreed after so many argument. “Let’s begin,” Salvage said and rolled the bottle on the center table. “Wow! I’m asking you a question Kelly,” Nickel said happily as the bottle rolled towards our direction.

It was like a continuation from last night. He was the perfect gentleman indeed. Because the night is still young and tempting for us, we decided on going to a club tonight, just to let loose and have some fun. Having been here for about 5 minutes and waiting for our drinks, I try tell myself to not think too much. I'd given Danny my word and told him that I won't be tense and will let loose, so I'll honour my word. When Danny comes back with our drinks, I smile in thank you before taking my first sip of my drink.

The man later followed her inside the car. “What’s your name?” he asked her when the driver started igniting the engine. “Ly— Rona. My name is Rona.” There was no reason for her to say her real name since she would only be with this man for one night. He stared at her for a few moments. She was even nervous because he might know that she was lying. But shortly after that, he finally nodded. “I’m Gideon.” He looked straight into her eyes, “and tonight, you are mine.”

Let’s say we’re communicating in a different way. “Actually …,” he says at last, his voice thick, “that could be fun.” “A lot of fun.” Casually, I unbutton my top a couple of notches and lean forward, giving him maximum view of my uplift bra. My other foot is moving up to his crotch now. Ben seems unable to speak. “Remember the night of your birthday?” I say huskily. “On the beach? We could reprise that.” If we reprise that, I am wearing protective knee guards. I had scabs for a week. As if he’s reading my mind, Ben closes his eyes and moans faintly. “You’re killing me.”

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.

he said seriously and I grimaced because I knew he was right so I followed them. As we approached, we greeted each other and talked about what we would do. Each couple decided to go their own way, so we would meet at seven o'clock in the evening at the Ferris wheel. We finished indicating where we would be and an unknown boy approached, stopped next to me and greeted Callum with a nod. "Am I late?" She asked with genuine doubt and I decided to ignore it, but my friends didn't. They looked at it with excitement and looked at me so that I could also detail it, I turned to look at it and to my surprise, it became very familiar to me until in my brain everything clicked.

Chapter 9: On the Brink The clock ticked past midnight. Janine trudged into their small apartment with aching legs and tired eyes. Her shirt clung to her skin, damp from the long shift at the café. She dropped her bag onto the floor with a soft thud and leaned against the wall, just for a second. Her breath hitched, and her head pounded again. She barely noticed Kyle peek from the bedroom door. “Ate… you’re home,” he said softly.

I sat in silence for a moment, tapping my fingers on the desk. Dinner with the Fosters. What a damn circus this was turning out to be. But something told me tonight would be different. Something was coming. I could feel it. And whatever it was, I’d be ready. I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. These people will do anything to get what they want. I grabbed the bottle, poured a heavy shot of whiskey, and let it burn all the way down—trying to steady myself for whatever storm was brewing tonight.

Countless nights, he would wake up and glance at me sleeping beside him, and a quiet sigh would slip from his lips. How could someone love this foolishly? Yet, someone did… and it was him who was adored and loved so ardently. Devin quietly slipped the burn ointment into his pocket. For some reason, he did not want to give it to Melissa. He took her hand gently and asked, "Does it still hurt?" The moment the words left his mouth, however, he could not even tell who he had meant to ask. The next morning, Devin brought Melissa home. The house, once sleek and cold in shades of black, white, and gray, had changed.

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.