The Woman From That Night Novels & Stories

Have you found out anything about the woman from that night? "We are yet to find any clues", Michelle answered. "Keep searching", was the curt command. The woman from that night? I thought in dismay. Alpha Sebastian Rowland was actually looking for the woman he had slept with that night , me. But I could not let him know I was the one. He definitely intended to punish the woman for taking advantage of him. He might even think I was the one who drugged him. I was never going to allow him find out it as me with him that night.

The tone of her voice was serious. "What is it?" I asked. She bit her lip. Her eyes dropped to my naked chest, as if she could not meet my eyes. "The lady…" she began. I frowned. "What lady?" "The one… for the one night." She coughed and spoke rapidly. "She's coming tomorrow. From the neighboring pack. The club manager confirmed." I halted in my tracks. Just like that, the peace was shattered. I pulled myself up in bed, scooting away from her slightly. "Why bring it up now?"

" One of the agents says, helping me up from the ground as I stood up. "She is never coming back." I cried. -------- NEXT MORNING I was woken up by a woman lying naked next to me. She was the same, a woman from the other day. She smiles and looks at me. "Last night was great." Her morning breathe smells like she just brushed her teeth before laying back down. "What the hell?, happen last night," I asked her as I placed my hand on my head; my head was pounding. "You called me, crying over the phone about a woman named Anna. I came over, We had a few drinks, and now we are here." She smiles at me.

"This woman was at last night's Sunset City charity gala. I need her name, her background, anything you can dig up. Every scrap of information you can find." Sophia was quiet for a few seconds, as if studying the image, then a beat longer, processing. "You know her?" "No. But Julian recognized her. She's the woman who was taken away the night of the fire. The one who disappeared right before everything went up in flames." Another pause on the other end. Longer this time. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of what that meant. "...Are you sure?" "Julian wouldn't mistake her. He saw her face that night. He remembers."

“Which ‘more’?” Jason’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Last night… the woman. The one from… the hotel, that mysterious woman. She helped me again when I fainted while driving my allodynia hit me hard. She appeared from nowhere, got me to the hotel, cleaned me with cold towels, sang me a song to help me sleep… and yet, I don’t know who she is.” Marcus nodded slowly, listening without interruption. “By now, you should have known her name or her face. Don’t tell me you forgot again, or you were too drunk to remember her face this time.”

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

I yell furiously and she stops whistling and whisper these words into my ears, MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: HEED! HEED! HEED! I gasp and jolt up my back from the bed the moment I wake up from another horrifying nightmare. “Another nightmare!” I exclaim as I can't stop panting and trying to catch my breath. I can't sleep anymore, I've heard this old lady speak to me twice in my dreams, just within a day. I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?”

Beth and Maya have also left. Her feet took the stairs that lead to her living space. She felt weak from the exhaustion and from frustration. She plopped herself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling and recalled the man she helped in Paris. She remembered how they ate a meal and watched a movie together. She recalled the sound of his voice and his laughter and how warm his kind eyes were. It was still hard for her to believe that the warm and endearing Takumi and the snooty Ryo were the same person. He must be a great actor to act so convincingly.

A lady in a wheelchair wheeled herself from the room that was just opposite the living room. "They are here ma'am," the maid replied. When the woman got closer to Lorena and me, she gasped as she took her turn in looking from Lorena to me. "You must be Ruth Glenn," I broke the silence that was starting in the room. "It can't be," The woman in the wheelchair said. "This can't be happening. You were supposed to be dead," she pointed to Lorena. "How are you alive?" She shouted at her. "Excuse me, ma'am. I have no idea who you are or what you are talking about." Lorena answered her before I could.

The woman somewhat familiar wearing a mask asked. "Woo Hana Lim!" "Hana... wait? Hana? You're back in the city?" Hana stared at the woman's face, angry and not recognizing her, not wanting either. "Listen. If I've ever met you, I don't know and I don't recognize you. Now I have to go to my parents and my brother's room, they're in a very bad state, so, please... stop talking and let me sign this fucking paper!" The petite black-haired woman looked shocked but gave her the papers.