The Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

There would be time to return for them later. Right now, she needed to focus on her upcoming trip to Nora's new island. The villa was stunning, a stark contrast to her previous home. The chandeliers sparkled, and the expensive windows offered a breathtaking view of the night sky. After what felt like hours of futile attempts to fall asleep. She finally surrendered to her restlessness; slipping out of bed, she decided a walk through the villa might clear her mind. The moonlight spilled across the polished marble floors as she wandered through the corridors. The silence was palpable, broken only by the soft echo of her footsteps.

"Do you think you're doing right by your parents? Open up! What are you hiding in there for?" Fiona shrieked. I ignored her cutting words and calmly texted, "Good sir, I am your long-lost dance partner!" I then sent over my ID, along with a video of me playing the harp at the New Year's gala. Luke immediately replied, "You'll do. You'd better not bail on me! Let me be clear. I only need you as a plus one for the banquet. There will be no funny business! Don't pull the same stunt as she did!"

Much worse, for on days such as these even Diane delays to come. But today feels different. It is only when it begins to rain that I realize why. I stand right before the large velvet chair that sits in the middle up near the bookshelf, opposite the entrance. This is where I saw him. The Night Wolf. Those eyes. Goosebumps form against my skin. I did not imagine them. Not at all. I rub up my arm and my gaze reaches the one window high above. A dozen windows. Barnabas says there are more than a dozen windows.

this time, real tears streamed down my face in rivulets as I faltered, moving back till I hit the bed. It stalked me, taking fast strides towards me until I stumbled and my back hit the bed. It prowled, pouncing on me I shrieked when its claws wrapped around my throat, squeezing, watching me wheeze when the lights nearly left my eyes. Sniffing, it inhaled my scent, licking the spot at my neck, biting and nipping at my flesh. I yelled, kicked, and bucked in an attempt to break free as I struggled to breathe.

Present From October to November 2016 The night of the charity dinner had arrived, to my utter bewilderment, it was in an elegant place, an amazing place that was everything we had always been taught as glamorous, elegant and luxurious. He had no idea if he had paid for that with the money he managed to steal from the company or it was something he did at an earlier time. We didn't know anything about his background before he got his hands on this city's underworld again.

I'd been hoping to tag along with Ethridge went he went to visit his father, but so far he'd avoided him for almost the whole month of October. I didn't want to give the senior Alston a fright, but I was running out of time, and the Midnight Cowboy had ways of getting into a warded room that other cryptids could not. "So, if I am hearing you right." Lord Ingálvur's back was straight, mouth drawn to a taut line as he eyed the other man. "We are done with today's work and may leave this place?" He hadn't even touched his mocha, the outright refusing a gift was the highest dishonor an Elder Fae could give, doubly so when food and drink were involved.

Tancorix strained her eyes to the north side of the valley and spotted a few fireflies in the night, something she wondered if the Romans could see as well. The Romans had spread out their numbers to the south, though, digging in for a fight. A few pickets walked out in the bright light of the moon, spears up, scanning the plain. They pointed their spears at the three females, but could do little as they were so far away. Ragala made an obscene gesture with her left hand, but Weaver swiped at her in the air as if she could strike her down. The girl frowned, bit her lip and let her chin drop.

She has me wrapped around her finger and she has no idea. I was just drifting off to sleep again when I heard her moan softly. I waited and a few minutes later, she made the sound again but this time, my name was on her lips. I smirked. Nightingale was having an erotic dream and she was thinking about me. It felt good to know that even in her dreams, she belonged to me. I decided that she deserved a reward for that so I untangled myself from her and moved lower on the bed to spread her legs.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to make you a quick cocktail. It’ll heal you up, painlessly.” Whatever it was, it sounding fucking great to her. Hell, it sounded like the best thing ever. Lily wished she had some the first time around. “Okay.” BY THE GODS THERE Nothing more aromatic to ever hit his nose, than this female’s scent. Roses and embers. Something so incredibly unique, so incredibly delicious. Caspius looked at his friends. Some friends they were. A shifter, a vampire and an incubus walk into a bar. Caspius rolled his eyes. Just thinking about their odd pairing sounded like a bad joke.

Chapter Thirteen The double doors fly open and the bigger of the two comes barreling in, snarling and growling, showing off rows and rows of sharp teeth. The smaller dog turns and starts to run. “No!” I shout and hit it with an energy ball. Eliza grabs my hand and yanks me back toward the air vent, making the energy ball miss. It hits the ceiling and rains bright white light down on us. The tendrils of magic burn Eliza’s skin, and she screams in pain.