The Woman From That Night Novels & Stories

He winks, his face now only inches away from mine, and my heavy breathing fills the air between us, I'm not sure how he's not able to hear the rapid rise and fall of my fast beating heart. "I keep thinking about that night..." He says, breaking the silence in the air, his hand going down to the hem of my skirt, the school skirt that I'm still in because I had slept off last night without changing, and also because, there was nothing to change to. "You were so wild that night. You cared less about everything, and the consequences that will follow every single action that you took that night, you were so careless and I loved it. What happened to the girl I was with that night? The girl that le

He was enjoying his time, coming back after two years, and was engrossed in the cliche discussion when the topic diverted on the girl wearing a beige-colored dress and moving like a seductress. As the lighting inside the club was dim, he couldn’t make out her face initially. One of the guys from the group claimed his stake and went out of the booth towards the dance floor. He almost reached the seductress and was about to grab her by her hip when the lights were turned on for a brief moment. It required Abram a second to recognize that face, and before he knew it, he was out there screaming bloody murder.

I replied, trying not to stutter. "I don't think now is the right time, Yesha. "I have..." He replied in a troubled tone, but I heard a female voice from within his unit before he could finish. "Xavier? "Who's there at the door?" I heard someone from the inside, and a few moments later, I saw the same woman I had seen before in the elevator. "Oh, hello! It's you," she said, smiling and looking angelic. I couldn't think of anything to say, especially since I noticed Xavier's distressed expression.

Enjoying beautiful flowers covered in a beautiful mystical glow from the moonlight. Was it always this quiet? I guess I'm starting to miss V4.1's company. As I approach the fountain I noticed two figures in the distance. Who could it be this late at night? I thought as I slowly creep upon them, as I came closer I could hear soft whimpering. Is someone crying? I then noticed it was Jessica! The whimpering sounds are coming from her! What is she doing here? And who is that with her? I wondered as I creep in closer trying to figure out what was going on.

She stumbled around to look at the group, but she tripped on the man she had been trying to save and fell back, down the embankment, and to the road below. She lay there, in the dirt, in the darkness. In pain, hurt and bleeding. She looked up to see Adrian pointing the gun at her again, clearly trying to make sure to kill her. But a car’s lights seemed to be coming down the road towards her. The group panicked and rushed back to the car and drove off, leaving both Bianca and the man for dead. Present Day The lady in the car sighed, “It only took eight years for them to find her.” She muttered as she asked her driver to get her out of there.

She was betrayed by the people around her. She got out of the car and looked at the woman who was lying on the road. It was so dark in that area that only grasses could be seen on both sides of the road. Because there wasn't even a single pole there, only the car's headlights and the moon provided them light. It was, indeed, the ideal setting to end a war. "Elena, please.... don't do this," the woman said weakly. "Shut up!" she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at her.

It wasn’t there. A woman stood in the doorway, watching me with eyes that seemed to shift color in the light: green, then gold, then somewhere in between. She was beautiful in an ethereal way, with long dark hair shot through with silver streaks despite looking no older than twenty five. She wore simple clothes (a dark green dress and boots) but carried herself with quiet confidence. “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Where am I?” “My name is Elena Nightshade,” she said calmly, moving into the room with fluid grace. “And you’re in my home. You collapsed at the edge of my property three days ago.”

I don’t need proof anymore. It’s obvious now. Clear. The woman I spent that night with… Has been right in front of me all along. Amara Reid.

A woman in her late twenties with a bright dazzling smile watched their expressions. " Good morning, everyone. I was a bit held up. I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting." She apologized. Her voice carried authority that was greater for someone her age. Martin exchanged a glance with Alexia in confirmation. She nodded in return, then he motioned to a seat." Good morning, please have your seat." He said. " Can you tell us where you are from?" He asked. " The Nightfall pack." She replied with a small smile. She could see their state of mind.

Warmth rushed into my face before I could stop it. “Thanks,” I said simply. It was all I could manage while guiltily thinking of Adrian’s face. *** When I returned home that evening, the house was quieter than usual. Adrian wasn’t back yet. I walked toward the kitchen, intending to ask for tea, when I stopped. The woman from last night was there. Her blonde hair had been washed and left loose around her shoulders. She wore plain linen clothes now, soft beige trousers, and a loose white shirt that looked newly bought. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale, as if she had cried until there was nothing left but exhaustion.