The Nightingale Novels & Stories

Tinh Ngoc tried to run as fast as she could, she wanted to get close to it, she wanted to catch that light, she wanted to save herself! The woman's eyelids trembled violently, then opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. As if she had just come out of a long nightmare, her chest heaved violently, her eyes still blankly staring at the ceiling. It wasn't until the pain from her left shoulder kept throbbing that she pulled her mind back.

I wiped my tears. My head rested on a squashy grey pillow while my eyes gazed out of the glass window at a lonely nightingale perched on a branch of the tree. Its head turned towards me; eyes set on mine. A moment later it cruised through the air scanning the ground below. My brain kept turning over the pages of souvenirs, countless thoughts whipped through my mind leaving the muscles of my forehead to tense up. The practicality of my thoughts vaporized some time ago yet my head churns on in the darkness like a runaway motor. I turned my head over to Ella; she was sound asleep. In the clearing, a grin of moonbeams arched across her dainty nose. This woman should be entitled to all the gifts

replied the bigger. "Let's hear them." "You want to?" "Yes, start with the first." "Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira Nightingale chirping! He is his whole bird The nest is called. Some of them and some of them Nightingale chirping! He has his whole bird The nest is called. Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira There is music playing. Bass is buzzing, the violin cries My dear is walking. Some of them and some of them

It just seemed fitting that when I flew over to the Flamingos house, I may as well be a nightingale. I don’t know a lot about those birds, but I knew they weren’t nearly as big as some of the other birds I could’ve chosen, and I figured they probably flew at night, what with a name like that. I needed to make sure I watched for owls so I didn’t become someone’s dinner. Visions of me changing my form back into my human self while an owl tried to swallow me down cracked me up a little.

Vaibhav Shergill(25) | Naira (18) The complex, complicated, love story of the two weired copules who unfortunately dragged by fate together. Having reasons respectively, they ended up in tying the knot, forcefully or unwilling, give the term whatever you feel right. She looks innocent. Have you ever heard about :- don't ever judge by it covers! Same here.She is badass. Innocent, the word itself run away from her. He is a silent creature. Silence , yeah! She is nowhere to be around. He is south, she is north. If, he is East , no dobut ! she is west. Poles apart. But ened up together. Would they really end up together? Or ,they will end up everything together? Rollercoaster is in its way

They were the warriors of the moon goddess. One who could protect as well as kill. The heart of a ferocious beast and the mind of a sensible kind. One who are the rulers as well as the warriors of the realm of earth. *~*~*~*~*~* Dark trunks were the only thing around me. The sky was a little of every color I have seen. Weird but wonderful. Far away, the nightingale's voice felt like a melodious symphony. Where was I ? I kept moving forward. Soon the nightingale's voice melted into the dark of the night. But it wasn't the silence that greeted me. Rather a humming. A beautiful humming.

​"Nina?" ​When Nina heard her name called in that low, familiar voice, she stopped in her tracks and slowly forced her head up. ​The pain in her leg, the burning sting of the blood, the sheer physical exhaustion—it all went completely numb as her eyes locked onto the tall figure standing at the mouth of the alley. ​"Leo..."

“Hurt…” His chest tightened painfully. Carefully, he rose to his feet while staring at her tear-soaked face. He didn’t say a word. But a million questions swirled in his head as he watched her slowly lose consciousness in his arms. Then a roar tore through the air. Shouts of soldiers followed. The thick, familiar scent hit him. A Nightling. He moved carefully with her in his arms and stepped out of the Dread Sector. Soldiers were trying to hold down a Nightling with chains, spears pointed at the creature to make it stand down.

So now that it was very obvious that she won't be able to give him the baby, well unless she magically got pregnant by the next day and the chances of that happening were small, Aurora decided to get him a book, she knew very little about what books he likes, well she was not much of a reader so she asked the very kind nice lady in the book shop inside the estate. The lady in the bookshop recommended Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, so Aurora bought it and wrapped it in a box, putting it under the Christmas tree, she did all these alone since it was Christmas season Nate was quite busy and Aurora had a taste of what being married to him for the rest of her like will be like, Nate always

"Starlight, meet Skyline. All the videos you watched about performance and how to put on a show were made by her. She's the best in this city, whether people like it or not." Her hazel eyes open wide, her mouth spreading out into a grin. "No way! Ok, so I totally won't fangirl here, but OMG!!" She screeches and the bitter bitch turns around like she has something to say. She looks familiar, but I can't place her under all the makeup and glitter. She decides not to speak though, instead pushing past us to leave for the night. We were the last act of the night, the finale so to speak. Proabably took her spot and she's salty.