The Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

But the gilded gold title was what caught my eye. Vampyres and their Nightmates My breath came in short, quick gasps, and I watched my hands reach for the book and flip it over as an observer, rather than an active participant. I could feel the book between my hands, even as my fingers moved without my permission, or my guidance; I could feel its strange, almost fuzzy texture, and I could smell the musty old-paper smell as I pressed it flat, open on the page Kathrena had been reading. Then it felt as though my dead heart stopped beating for a second time. Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath:

"Edge of the bar." Harp nodded, one beat of respect and adjusted the hook angle. The Wraith ghosted on. Nightjar resolved herself by inches: low hull, new paint too glossy for honest work, mast stepped back like a sly thought. She rode light, not freighted, waiting. A skiff stole out from the reeds of the river mouth a dark comma on a dark page. Two men aboard, oars dipped without a sound. The belfry winked, then died. The skiff slid under Nightjar's lee. Hands reached down. Something small changed ownership pouch-sized, not crate. My teeth clenched. A letter in a man's pocket passed from one coat to another while the world squinted.

Flinging herself onto the bed, she turns the book to a random page and reads: “He picked me up with his powerful arms and walked over to the bedroom. I hid my face in his chest and said, ‘my lord’...” Elysia instantly concludes that this is better than a spell book. In the early morning, a loud bang on the door from her parlor interrupts Elysia's reading. Her fuzzy mind took several seconds to recognize where these noises were coming from. The two chambers are connected. She hides the book under her mattress quickly. Whoever it is on the other side of the door must be very impatient, as the banging is louder by the second.

It had been a month since that night when Yna drank herself into oblivion at the bar she used to visit alone. That evening, she had surrendered her most precious treasure — her innocence — to a complete stranger. Drunk and disoriented, she had mistaken him for someone else. A bitter smile touched her lips as the memory came rushing back. She wanted so badly to regret what had happened, yet strangely, there was no heavy weight of guilt in her heart. It was done, and nothing could ever bring back the virginity she had foolishly given away.

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

she replied, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Before I could process her words, I felt her arms tighten around me. Her scent was intoxicating, clouding my thoughts. Her hand began to wander, igniting a fire within me. Looking at Delilah, her face flushed with desire, I realized I was falling for her. Beneath her nurse's uniform, I caught a glimpse of black lingerie that sent my thoughts spiraling. And at last, I gave in.

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

Step one was dealing with the bracelet. I was thinking about how to get my bracelet to David because that was important to me, but I didn’t know how to react or even function if I saw him again, knowing what happened last night. What if I asked him if there were any specific bracelets in his room when he forgot who the girl he slept with was, then I am going to be doomed. It feels like I made him remember that I am the woman he spent the night with. Thinking about this infuriated me until my phone rang. It was River.

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

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?