The White Night Novels & Stories

I just signed my name and let it be. The surgery was scheduled for the next day. … That night, in the hospital, surrounded by the sharp smell of disinfectant, I somehow managed to sleep like a rock. Maybe it was the thought that I would no longer be in debt to the Lloyds that made my heart lighten up for once. Walter, though, was the star in the VIP room next door. Everyone was there, showering him with attention and care.

Then, after nearly an hour of searching, Ella gasps, “This is it. This pack takes other pack’s Omegas in their university.” “Which pack is it?” I am willing to accept whatever it is, but I’m bracing myself. We’ve already combed through all the more prestigious packs. The ones that are left aren’t known for their academic prowess. “Nightheart pack,” Ella says. Nightheart pack, from what I recall, is far to the north in lands trapped in perpetual winter. Despite their pack name, days are longer there, and snowfall happens on the regular. It’s not the ideal place to live, or to travel to for school.

After the door was opened, the first thing he noticed was how the lady in the black dress extended her hand to whoever was in the car. He noticed a hand clasping the lady in black's hand and one bare leg coming out and landing on the ground, followed by the other. Finally, he saw the entire body emerge from the car, and what he saw nearly caused him to pass out. At the same time, he was startled and shocked. The rumor appeared to be true; there was indeed a white witch in the club. As he had expected, the woman in the white limousine was more beautiful than the lady in black.

The black hair on the walls began to retreat, sizzling as if hit by acid. "The light," Elodie gasped. She looked at the viewport. A sliver of pure, blinding white light was cutting through the amber shell. It wasn't sunlight. It was cold. Piercing. The White Moon had risen. "Victor, the Moon!" The charred ghost shrieked. It wasn't a human sound. It was the sound of a forest fire being extinguished by a flood. It began to dissolve into gray flakes of ash, swirling toward the air vents.

“What about… Moonlight Night?” Antoine looked at her, a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected her to choose a name that sounded both dreamy and laden with metaphor. Sensing Antoine’s thoughts, Camille explained, “White lilies – the flower symbol of Paris, only bloom at night. It’s much like this city, which reveals its most mysterious and dazzling beauty when the lights come on.” She paused, her gaze falling on the bottles of essential oils sparkling in the sunlight. “And we… we’re like artisans, patiently waiting to capture the late bloom of hidden beauty.”

Copyright All rights reserved. Under no circumstances will any part of this book be reproduced or used in any manner without permission from the copyright owner, except for the use of quotations in a book review. Disclaimer This book will contain strong languages and mature content, therfore if you not comfortable with this content please do not read any further. This book also has a very sexual structure so as said before if you are not comfortable reading this, do not read any further. Summary of In Just One Night Elijah Russo

My thighs were tender, my lips swollen, my skin marked in places where his mouth had lingered too long. The suite around me looked like something from a glossy magazine. Floor to ceiling windows spilled light over the city below, morning traffic crawling like ants. An empty champagne bottle sat on the table beside two crystal glasses. My underwear was draped carelessly over a chair that probably cost more than a semester’s worth of textbooks. This wasn’t my world. Wrapped in his arms last night, it had almost felt like it could be. But daylight made the truth too clear.

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

AUTHOR’S POV Lawrence White returned, accompanied by three of his elite. He paused at the glade’s edge—tall torches roared. He climbed in silence, watching the camp dark and ready. “The challenge has begun,” he murmured. Emerald light pulsed from a scroll in his hand. He unfurled it, ink black in torchlight. It bore a single message in red scorch lines: NIGHTFALL WILL BREAK OR DIE. A threat. A promise.

Maybe it’s just the atmosphere! “For you,” he adds. He takes my hand and places the flower in it. The flower looks like a rose, but instead of red, its color is white. “It’s called Queen of the Night,” he informs. “It only blooms once every one or two years. It’s a nocturnal cactus.” “Okay,” I say, staring at it because I don’t want to look at him. He takes another step towards me and then takes my other hand. With his proximity, I forgot to breathe and I make the mistake of looking into his eyes, and now I am trapped in it.