The Night We Began นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then let’s build it. From the ground up.” He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His arms closed around me, and the only sound in the night was our breathing. Not a grand finale. Not a vow. Just a beginning. And this time… we were ready.

I said finally. "Most people don't. You can start anywhere. The beginning, the middle, the part that hurts the most. There's no wrong answer." I thought about it. About all the places I could begin. The night I got pregnant. The night I left New York. The night Aiden showed up in Miami. The night Vanessa left the casserole on our porch. The night Charles Whitmore broke into our house. Every beginning led to another beginning, and every ending was just another start.

" The maids rushed to untie the rope from my body. The moment the rope loosened, my abdomen suddenly relaxed. Then even more blood ran down my legs. The tearing pain below was unbearable. Claire rushed to my side and knelt by the bed, her voice shaking. "Stella, I came too late. You suffered so much. Hold on. Please hold on." I looked at her reddened eyes and wanted to lift my hand to wipe her tears. But everything went black. In a blur, I felt myself being gathered into a warm embrace that carried a faint, clean fragrance. Claire's tearful voice pressed close to my ear.

Sitting there, she muttered, "Daniel… I won't eat strawberries anymore… I won't let Ethan eat strawberries anymore… Will you come back…" No one answered. Only the cold wind stirred the fallen leaves and covered her where she lay. - I sat in my warm home, looking out at the night. I thought back to when I first met Andrea. She had worn a white dress and smiled so sweetly. Back then, I believed she was my whole world. Now it felt like nothing more than a long nightmare. Fortunately, I woke up. I closed the curtains and turned to hold the one who truly loved me. As for Andrea, I no longer remembered her.

His chest and arms were covered in tattoos, skulls, demons, angels, roses and some scripture that I wasn't able to read, too entranced in the way he made my body reach euphoria that I could never achieve by myself or with anybody else. I look back at him, my body starts getting excited remembering all the ways he touched me last night. Checking the time I see it's 5 in the morning, slowly removing his arm from across my chest. I start getting dressed, calling for a taxi I quickly exit his room and his home. Getting in the taxi I glance back, I'll always remember the night I lost my virginity to Basil, the best night of my life. Arriving at the hotel, I enter the room me and Mackenzie are sha

And deep down, I know this isn’t over. The night is only just beginning.

And then some more. We barely got any sleep that night. The End.

“The night we’re going to spend together.”

At least we both get to be ourselves unapologetically. It started with a simple idea—a night in. No events, no business calls, no outside world interfering, Just us. At first, it felt strange, almost too good to be true, was waiting for the it was all a prank or I am so sorry something came up as usual, it just never happened, it was just us. But as the night unfolded, I let myself believe in it. In him. In us and in what the night has in stock for us. We settled on the couch, a soft throw blanket draped over my legs as Aiden lazily flipped through the channels. The glow from the TV screen flickered across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of his lips as he smirke