The Woman From That Night Novels & Stories

It is funny that after all these years I an still afraid of the little sounds of the night. I can hear someone singing. It is her. Winter. "What is she doing here?" I ask myself, this is the first time she is out here at night. I know because I come here every night. Using my night vision, I can see her take off her clothes. She has a beautiful body. She is not even worried that someone could walk in on her right now. My wolf growls with longing for her. God help me, this woman is going to be my undoing.

She tilted her head, looking at Liana with a relaxed, casual curiosity in her dark eyes. ​"So..." Nina started, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. " what really happened last night? Who did you spend the night with?" ​Liana was mid-bite, and the question made her choke instantly. She coughed into her napkin, her eyes watering as she scrambled to grab her glass of water and take a quick gulp. ​"omg Nina! Its not what you think!" Liana stammered, setting the glass back down. "Oh yeah?" Nina smirtked smugly "then tell me where you went last night".

The woman hadn’t just awakened them; she’d awakened people who didn’t know who they were. “How many?” Darius asked. The young woman answered, “Thousands.” Malric looked toward the western road. “And Eliane?” The woman frowned. “Who?” His face tightened. Luna stepped in quickly. “A woman taken from Blackwood tonight. Dark hair, intelligent, probably argumentative.” Malric looked at her. “What?” “Accurate description.” The young woman considered it. “There was someone with the Nameless.” “Alive?” “Yes.” Malric stepped forward. “Where?”

Something that’s been gnawing at her. I nod once. “Tell me.” She takes a breath, then another. “That day… I said I didn’t see anything. But I lied. I saw something. Someone.” The air thickens. “I saw a woman,” she goes on. “Kneeling. Naked in a field under moonlight that shouldn’t have been there. She was with a man… and they were—” She swallows, her voice trembling slightly. “He took her like he was starving. Like she was sacred.”

He quickly took off his palm and raised his head from her neck. What the hell happened last night? Didn’t he come to drink water late at night? The woman moaned and touched her itchy face with her injured palm. She was sleeping and that injury on her palm reminded him of the last night. He stood up and looked at the woman whose sleep got interrupted because of his movements. She should think before resorting to a drunken man in the middle of the night. How could she trust him so much? Sara Owen opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the man who was glaring at her in surprise. She quickly stood up and straightened her nightgown.

We both were panting and once again we looked at each other and burst out in laugher. Our session of laughs was interrupted by a lady. she was in her good 40's but she looked young and elegant. who is she? "Greetings Mother!" My eyes widened hearing Night calling this woman mother. i froze not knowing what to do. Quickly i did what i know a lady is suppose to do that is greet her. "Care to explain why are having cat and mouse chase in the entire mansion half naked?" Night mother asked

The elderly woman walked towards her and handed her a plate with some slices of watermelon in it. “This is much more delicious if eaten cold. Have some,” For some reason, Mrs. Dolor seemed to be always avoiding a talk about her boss's personal life. Why did she even bother to ask? Night had no obligation to introduce himself unless he demanded to be compensated for saving her. Anyway, even though he won't ask her that, she'd still do her best to return the favor. STANDING behind the closed door, Minah glanced at Night's bedroom which was situated right across from hers. It had been four weeks since she last saw him. According to Patricia, Night flew outside of the country to attend to someth

The door opened without a sound. Inside, red lights glowed. Incense burned. And a woman—not Verena—sat on the edge of a chaise lounge, wearing Lydia’s perfume. Lydia’s breath caught. “You must be her,” the woman said, lips painted crimson. “The one he actually stays for.” “Who are you?” Lydia asked, her voice threading with confusion—and heat. The woman stood, barefoot, wearing only black lace and a camera around her neck. “I’m the first,” she whispered. “But tonight, you’ll be the last.”

The lady shuddered, her lips trembling as tears rolled down her face “She ran out into the night! Some Louisa Carter…I swear that's all I know” The man who brought her clutched her shoulder tightly and forced her down to her knees. “Can you just talk already? We don't have all day here! That woman is pregnant and missing!” Bianca snapped at her, suddenly getting pissed at the lady’s defiance and loud cries. “That's the truth, please spare me” The receptionist sobbed “I know nothing else …” Her hair got yanked back, just as the video footage from the previous night loaded up and began playing.

"Mr. Keller, what I said was all true. I really don't need you to take responsibility. These things are all about mutual affection." "Last night, did I really sleep with you? Give you a chance!" The woman's eyes flickered, could it be that he had discovered something? No, she couldn't, after all, she had spent two hundred thousand to hire professionals to handle it. Although she had only recently arrived in Woodmerrow, she made many friends and met many talented individuals. The woman nodded, "Yes." She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her arms covered in some marks. "We were pretty wild last night."