The Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

Cult marks on Nightfang’s history. It would be so easy, she thought, for everyone back home to slide right into the old script: *See? They were always the problem. We told you.* Not on her watch. Not this time. --- ### Chapter 40 – Us They camped that night on a rocky rise that offered a view of the valley spread out below—a patchwork of dark forest, paler fields, the occasional glint of water. The sky overhead was clear for once, stars pricking through the deep blue like scattered salt.

Twilight – One Final Entry Alone again, Maera returned to the title page. She dipped her quill one last time and added a line beneath the name. "To be passed not from crown to heir… But from soul to soul." Then she closed the book. And for the first time in years— —slept. Outside the Scriptorium — That Night On the stone railing of the high balcony, a young girl climbed quietly, clutching a candle stub in her hand. She had overheard whispers of the book—how it held the real truth, not the polished version. She was too young to know everything, but old enough to want to.

Everyone had gone to bed and the waves of the ocean was the only sound she could hear. Nicky turned around sharply when footsteps sounded behind her but found no one. A nightingale was on a coconut tree flapping its wings. She breathed out, trying to control her heartbeat before continuing her journey. Suddenly, Nicky yelped seeing a domineering shadow close to hers on the beach sand. Her eyes bulged in fright! She opened her mouth to scream but a strong hand muffled her and possessively pulled her closer... *** Natalia ran up the two stairs leading into Arian De' Argent's room. His door was slightly open so she figured he was still awake.

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

I keep thinking about this girl and I don’t even know her name. “It’s not like I care anyway.” I mumbled under my breath while I shook off the thought. She’s just another girl in my books, she’s got her payment and by the time I land in London and get another girl, she will be a ghost in my past… "Zane?" June called while staring furiously at her laptop. without looking up. We just landed in New York and making it to the meeting. "Yes?" "There’s a news alert. It’s not about us, but it might affect the market." She turned the laptop toward me.

She handed the book back to Scarlett and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling warmly and nostalgically. “You should keep it, Scarlett. It was your mother’s, and I think she would appreciate you having it now.” Scarlett looked at the book, feeling that it had become more than just an object; it was a link to her mother’s past. That night, after dinner, when her aunt went to sleep, Scarlett locked herself in her room and took the book out from under her pillow. The cover was worn and the edges of the pages yellowed, but the curiosity surrounding it made her unable to wait any longer to open it. She did so carefully.

I suddenly had the impulse to get to know someone again for the first time forever. I swear, I flipped out when I heard her explain that her recently dumped lover had not given her any compliments on her outfit. I mean her gown is freaking sexy and alluring. I and Cornelia had the most wonderful night together. it was both erotic and romantic at the same time. Who would have thought a stranger would be able to turn me on easily? After having the widest night of my life, I woke up the next morning with a smile. The most beautiful creature ever is lying next to my bed.

section the bouncer unhooked the velvet rope and ushered us in. “Mr. Raines, I apologize we weren't expecting you tonight. Your usual table has guests but we can clear them out.” he apologized “No that’s quite alright Raul I was thinking something a little more private tonight.” I told him. We headed to the very back table that was closed off with curtains. This table was reserved for my father only so I knew it would be empty. Passing my normal booth I noticed a familiar face. Lilith, my ex and upper level demon who was determined to marry me so she could rule with me once my father retired.

She likes it when he is rough on her. Rome's gaze was drawn to her clothes when their lips separated again. He yanked her clothing down quickly, although it was clear that he was trying hard not to rip it. Rome was impatient, so she anticipated him to ruin her clothes, as he always did when they made love. Fortunately, Rome appeared to have known she had no spare garments in case he wrecked her clothes. After removing her garments, Rome claimed her lips again while his two palms fondled her breasts. Then Rome kissed her on the neck from her lips. He kissed, lapped, and sucked every part of her neck that would leave a mark, and Channy's breathing sped when Rome's fingers began to play with he

“You are unbelievable.” “I know.” Satisfied with herself, Ann walked out and closed the door behind her. About thirty minutes later, Jenny’s driver arrived. The journey to the venue was relatively short, but Sarah found herself growing more nervous the closer they got. The venue itself was breathtaking. Elegant chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting warm golden light across the beautifully decorated hall. Fresh flowers adorned nearly every corner, while soft music drifted through the air. The atmosphere was sophisticated without feeling stiff. The moment Sarah and Ann entered, Jenny spotted them.