The Ragged Edge Of Night Novels & Stories

Darkness begins edging at the corner of my eyes. And then I see something off in the distance. A building. No… not a building. A manor. Large stone walls. Black iron fencing. I can barely make it out through the haze, but it’s there—safety. Or something close to it. The rogues begin to slow. I sense the moment of hesitation. Like they’re scared to step past the border of this land. I glance back and see them lingering at the edge of the clearing. Then they lunge. Whatever fear held them back disappears. Hunger wins.

He had told himself there would be another night, another song, another chance. Now there was an empty house, a returned ring, and a child who had learned that her father was always too late.

Chapter 94: The Midnight Ridge The southern highway out of Solis-Vael did not wind through gentle country pastures; it tore straight through the jagged granite spine of the Razorback Ridge. The rain had long since ceased, but the night air remained thick with a freezing, damp fog that rolled off the high peak bogs, blanketing the narrow mountain pass in absolute blackness. The only illumination came from the faint, sickly glow of a crescent moon cutting through the ragged clouds and the rhythmic, muffled sparks of iron horseshoes striking stone. Eighty riders moved in a single, silent column through the mist, their identity banners wrapped tightly in dark oilcloth to prevent any betraying ru

By 4:00 PM, the blinding hot anger that had carried me away from the plaza of the Kane Empire had settled into the center of my chest. The tears had dried on my cheeks, leaving tight, itchy tracks across my skin that I cleaned away with the sleeve of my oversized knit sweater. I didn't look in the mirror this time. I already knew what was there: a girl who had sold her dignity for a single night, now forced to pay the price in blood, sweat, and secrecy.

She turned in her sleep and the robe she wore on top of the revealing nightie he saw last night flew open exposing her goodies to his hungry eyes. He willed himself to look away and not be tempted by the shape of her body and how well her breast pressed against the fabric of the nightie, he could see her perky nipples and was very tempted to touch them, how he was able to spend the night with such a gorgeous woman and not take her was beyond him but now that he was awake, he had to remind himself who she was and why it would be a bad idea to start anything with her. Lance finally got himself to look away from her and got off the bed, he meant to leave without waking her but she must be a lig

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.

It was a mouth that hinted at a passionate nature that was carefully, vigorously held in check but once unleashed could be dangerous. I suppressed another shiver, trying not to think of how dangerous it would be to be in bed with Grayson Barlowe. Dangerous and exciting and mind-blowing. I stuffed the handkerchief in my tote bag. ‘I’ll wash it and get it back to you.’ ‘Keep it.’

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds