The Night We Began Novels & Stories

"I prefer to think of it as poetic justice." He stands. Walks to the window. Stares out at the city that's chewing him up and spitting him out. When he speaks again, his voice is hollow. "If I say yes... when do we start?" And there it is. The moment I've been waiting for. The moment he breaks. "Night One begins tomorrow." I stand too. Walk over to stand beside him at the window. Close enough to smell his cologne. Close enough to remember. "Seven PM. I'll text you the address. Come alone."

It was the wild magic that sent fear skittering through me. Apollo stepped back, standing beside the man who represented Day. Night came forward, eyeing the room as the silent murmurs ceased. Something about Night was alluring. His eyes were a startling shade of silver, like the luminous stars that hung in the sky, or the moon that casted light down on the world. His jet-black hair was all the same length, slicked over the side of his head. The hairstyle reminded me of a successful business man, though there was nothing ordinary about the man who represented Night. "It is my pleasure to review a few rules before you all begin." Night spoke, and the deep sound of his musical voice hushed even

" 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.

I woke up quite early this morning , well I actually didn't get much sleep last night, I was busy contemplating on whether or not I was going to attend xxxx school's reunion party, which is being organized by the famous girls back then in high school who for no reason trash talk me for no just reason..... hmmm don't get me wrong but I actually wasn't timid okay ! At around 6:30 pm

“And to beginnings.” Later, when the crowd was long silent and the stars glittered with a soft, silver quiet, Saben and Clarisse slipped away to the garden's edge. Below them, the city lights of California twinkled like a thousand witnesses. “Do you realize,” Clarisse whispered, with her fingers brushing his, “this is where it all began? Where you first told me you wanted to build something real?” Smiling, Saben brushed a curl from her face. "And here we are building forever."

“I don’t think I’m going to last a long time so If the first time is over quickly. I swear I’ll make it up to you.” He drops to his knees, making us eye level. “We have all night,” I told him. I guess all early morning technically. It is now after twelve in the morning. I have a flight out in a few hours. So, this night better be memorable. He pulls my underwear, and I was left naked. I made sure my legs are closed, feeling a little shy for the first time in my life. This was the first time someone was seeing me naked.

Out of sight, no where to be found. Actually they usually out before I'm asleep so why the hell do I care about a woman who spent the whole night with me and has disappeared before I gained consciousness. She was a good lay I wont lie, might just have been one of my best nights. God she was so sexy. The way she danced and grinded, so innocently sexy. Fuck her lips were soft like honey, warm and she tasted so fucking good. The way her pussy stretched to accommodate my size, the way she responded so well to me.

“No.” Her eyes tightened, and she began to turn from me but I stopped her. I cupped her face, my thumb running against her bottom lip. “You were a full-blown collision,” I said with as much conviction as I could convey. She was so much more than a mere impression. “And I’m still reeling from the aftershocks. Nothing in my life has been right since that night, Natasha.” She drew in a ragged breath, the wetness clearing from her eyes. She held up her glass. “Here’s to new beginnings.”

As soon as he pointed out my lateness, he went back to his phone. The car started and soon we were out of the motel. I hope I dare to face what I'm about to see.

The night was ours, and we surrendered to the intoxicating pull of our connection, creating memories that would forever be etched in our hearts. As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky, we emerged from the bar, blinking against the sudden brightness. The city was slowly awakening, the streets now quieter, the air cleaner. Hand in hand, we walked towards the harbor, the gentle sea breeze carrying the scent of salt and adventure. We found a secluded spot on the docks, the wooden planks warm beneath our feet. Sitting there, watching the sunrise, a profound sense of peace settled over me. The night had been a whirlwind of passion, but now, in the quiet morning light, I felt a deeper con