The Woman From That Night Novels & Stories

But when I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, I found him in Jessica's room. That shameless woman was even wearing my pajamas! When my arrival startled them, they both looked terrified, as if they were caught in the act. Samson finally came out, his expression dark. He didn't offer any explanation. Instead, he scolded me for wandering the house in the middle of the night like some ghost. That night, they were both fully dressed, and nothing appeared to be going on, but it still made me uncomfortable. I complained to Marie, but she just brushed me off, insisting I was overthinking it.

It was already night time so they should be here, sleeping. Suddenly someone spoke from behind. It was coming from my bed. I turned and saw a woman. She was wearing a black below the knee dress; her long straight hair was ashen gray. Her face was hidden in a wide hat. “There’s no use in calling out to them,” the woman said, her voice making me shiver. It was a sweet and sharp voice at the same time. Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, disguising the real intent in the soft alluring features.

I waited for a while and afterward, there was a knock on my door. “Finally,” I murmured as I walked up to the door. I opened the door and to my surprise, it wasn’t the woman for the night. It was her. “Hey, I told you I’d help you with your wound, remember?” She uttered with a smile, and I shook my head. “Not tonight,” I answered. “Why?” She asked and before she could answer, the clicky sounds of heels hitting the tiles pulled our attention. ‘The woman for the night is here.’ She smiled widely as our gazes met. She wore a shiny leather outfit that stopped on her thighs. Her hair was long and black, and her heels were long and tiny.

I waited below with open arms to catch her and hold her up high. It was a sunny day, and amidst the everyday warmth, I caught a glimpse of a figure nearby. It was a haggard woman sitting on a bench nearby, staring vacantly at the playing crowd while dressed in old, washed-out clothes. That woman was none other than Rachel. She seemed to catch sight of me, or more accurately, Mackenzie laughing jubilantly in my arms. She stared for a few seconds, her eyes brimming with a mixture of shock, confusion, and utter disbelief, which ultimately faded into a lifeless, ashen blankness. She quickly looked down and curled her body up, as if trying to hide in the shadows.

Music and dancing every night. “Anyway. One night there was a fire.” I force myself back to the present. “It was terrible. The guest house was packed with people. I mean, it was a death trap. Everyone came out onto the upstairs veranda, but no one could get down; everyone was screaming; there weren’t even any fire extinguishers.…” Every time I remember that night, it’s the same flashback: the moment the roof fell in. I can hear the thunderous sound and the screams. I can smell the smoke.

“How are you feeling? Not good, huh? I’m not surprised at all. After what you did last night—” “What did I do last night?” Tristan asked in a panic. He couldn’t believe he went out of control after getting drunk. The woman’s expression darkened. “What? You don’t remember?” She got up from the bed, letting the sheet that only covered her body slip off, leaving her in her birth suit. “What are you doing?” The woman asked Tristan when the latter averted his gaze. “Are you shy? It’s not like you haven’t seen them last night,” she said and grinned.

“Just like that.” “Just like that.” She turned her face to him. “This was one night.” Adrian looked at her mouth. “We will see.” Maya did not answer. She closed her eyes. Her body still wanted him. She knew that. She also knew she would go home in the morning and lie again.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had a good night without the sexual images of Colt flooding her dream world. All she had to do was to call an uber and go to the only place she could be far away from Colt. Her home. Lost in thoughts, with her full attention on her phone trying to call the ride, she didn’t know when Colt got out of the elevator himself. “ A penny for your thoughts?”, Colt asked.

Norah faked a blush because Sisi’s eyes were fixed on her face, searching for something… then Sisi stepped forward and pulled the edge of her top down. And froze. ‘It’s not like what I heard. If it’s not that old man… then who was it?’ she thought, staring at Norah in disbelief. One of her friends said she saw the vice president of the hotel with a girl at the back, and she was sure because that vice president was rich… but seeing several hickeys on her neck was another story. It meant she was naked with someone, and the information she heard didn’t match. “Who…” she started, then her voice turned sharp. “Who did you sleep with last night?”

Judged. The one in the center moved first. A woman. Tall. Composed. Her silver eyes colder than anything I had seen in either Alpha. “So,” she said, her voice smooth but cutting. “This is Nightfall.” Ronan didn’t react. “You’ve crossed into our territory,” he replied evenly. “State your purpose.” The woman’s gaze shifted past him. Landed on me. And stayed there. Every instinct in my body sharpened. “That is our purpose,” she said.