The Nightingale Review Novels & Stories

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

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.

Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic

As evening came, everyone decided to head home—they had work the next day, and Alec needed to rest. I smiled and stood up, but suddenly the room spun. I vaguely remember them calling my name before I blacked out. I woke up in the middle of the night with a splitting headache. Rubbing my eyes, they widened in shock as I saw how many people were in my hospital room. I looked around in confusion. Why are they all here? Did they sleep here?! What’s going on?! I was stunned. My mom, Kuya Vince, Mics, Penelope, Chad, Grandma, Alexis—and even Alec was here! They even moved his bed here! I mean, the room is big enough, but why? What’s happening?

I won’t bore you with it. I spotted Niamh sitting in the brass and glass mezzanine level area, surrounded by gorgeous fresh flower arrangements that made it look like summer had come inside. Which was kind of nice because even though it was June, summer certainly hadn’t made much of an appearance outside. It had rained for twenty-two days in a row. But I live in hope.

He was extremely irritated by what the servants had said, and he heard the tearful screams coming from the garden. In a deplorable state, the worst state a seemingly lovestruck woman can reach due to rejection or separation, Amanda screamed. She was hanging from the railings, almost reaching inside the mansion as she screamed, making the Labradors and Siberian Huskies bark incessantly for what felt like endless seconds. "Roberth, you wretch, how dare you break up with me like that?! I love you, boy, I truly love you..." "Amanda?! What does this mean?"

Never seen her since then. Jordan sat by me, so focused on all the art being sold. I noticed his serious face softening as the host announced the next piece of art. “The next piece is our most priceless piece tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you The Tears of the Eternal. Its unrivaled beauty has drawn the attention of collectors worldwide,” the host announced as gigantic men brought in the prettiest jewelry I had ever seen. Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by excitement. “$50 million,” the first bidder announced. All eyes turned toward him.

The nightingale's sharp beak forcefully pecked open the box filled with secrets, crazy memories surged out, pouring out all over. She saw herself effortlessly unlocking his computer with subconscious numbers. "Indeed, being moved is foolish." The nightingale, always hitting the target, never failing, could hit a flying fly in the air with a bullet. She raised the gun at the man she shouldn't have feelings for. She had successfully aimed at his heart, but at the last moment of firing, she deviated and didn't hit. When she discovered that Caesar's password was the time of her first permanent mark, the nightingale first sensed her feelings for him.

However, his plans were foiled; the moment they hit the backseat of the car, Chloe fell into a slumber so deep that no amount of calling could wake her. Back in the suite, Hunter Reed walked over to Nightingale. "Drunk?" Nightingale shook her head, her eyes clear. "No." "Then let's go," Hunter said. As they left, Nightingale glanced back at Lulu and Sarah with a flash of envy. For years, she had never dared to let herself get drunk. She carried too many secrets that could never be spoken, and she couldn't afford a single moment of vulnerability. Justin looked at the two women still howling into their microphones and sighed, rubbing his forehead. He turned to Julian Thorne. "You go ahead. I’l

I didn't know what was more hurtful - The fact that my mate would call out for my greatest foe in her subconscious state, or the fact that I was probably never going to be able to atone for all the pain I'd caused her. Lucius drew closer, placing his palm on her thigh, and just like that, her eyes shut close, and a satisfied sigh escaped her lips. We remained like that, and to our surprise, her temperature dropped a few notches until she was soundly asleep. Several minutes later, I stepped out of the room with the rest of them, silence covering the air around us when Dexter suddenly spoke. "Elder Nightingale is here." I turned to him sharply, brows narrowed. "He believes he has something we