The Nightingale Novels & Stories

Nurses holding files while many receptionists answered calls which just didn’t seem to stop. She walked in hesitantly thinking her decision through. No matter how nervous she might be, she had to do it. After all, it was her career. She chose to save people’s lives. Inhaling deeply, she walked over to the reception with newfound confidence. She rested her hands on the desk and waited for one of them to end their calls. As soon as one of the ladies hung up on the telephone, she jumped in, “I’m new here. My name is Ayra Nightingale Rivera. I’m here for my internship.” She said all together without a pause.

the nurse ordered. "Noted, ma'am," the guard replied. Meanwhile, as Freya runs, she feels that her eyes are gradually getting blurry. "No! No! Not now!" Freya whispered. In her haste, she tripped. She fell to the floor and grabbed her hip which was now throbbing from the force of his fall. "SHIT! Why did I become weak now? Why?" she said annoyed. She turned behind her, when she heard footsteps approaching. She first saw the guard, and then she saw the nurse behind her. She closed her eyes tightly. "I should have taken off this OLHOS patient hospital gown first! Jackson, you are my only hope! I hope you paid my bill before you followed me here. I know you know that you can find me here," she

So tired that I just wanted to sleep for eternity. The steam was filling the room in a wet cloud. I morphed the clouds into animals having them float around the room. I smiled as a raven swooped around made just of clouds. Such a beautiful bird it was... A knock sounded from the door. I closed my eyes not moving to open it. “Valerie open the door or I am coming in.” Justin spoke. My mind was elsewhere. I would probably never leave this castle. Jumping out the window may be better than fighting against fate. If I was lucky the wind would catch me and bring me far away to safety. Far far away.

The flowers, with no return address, she put in a trash bin. Allan was quiet on the fifth day, and on the sixth day after he resurfaced in her life, at around an hour before midnight, Layla and her family were awakened by the shattering of a glass window. When they went out of their rooms to investigate, they saw a living-room window shattered and heard someone outside their house screaming at the top of his lungs. It wasn’t a scream for help—it was an angry scream directed at their house, or specifically directed at them who lived in the house.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

Kyliena. The night was cool, the silence it brought seemed to swallow this side of the world whole. The sort that flaunted the millions of stars in the sky like diamonds floating in a sea of deep blue. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my ripped jeans, I stepped out of my grandparent’s house into the night. Again I was leaving the house without saying a word to my grandparents who were sound asleep in their beds. It has been a week since that boy that looks so much like Niklaus carried me out from deep within the forest.

Maybe she couldn’t find a way to sneak out, I hope she burned that fucking note. The great Nightingale has taught her nothing if that's the case. The clock on my wall is ticking louder, and louder, and Luca’s voice going farther and farther away, until the ticking becomes so loud, it’s like a church bell going off in my ear. I put my hands over my ears trying to relieve myself of the noise, but it just keeps getting louder, and louder. “Stop!” I scream so loud, I’m almost sure the whole house heard it.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream. I press the heel of my palms to my closed eyes, cursing the wolves. "I hate you, I hate you all" I hiss, clawing at my hair. One night, that's all it took. One night I had told Irana to tell mum I was gonna be late. I'd been going to a friend's house, but that night, the night I didn't walk home with her and wolves swoop in.