Two Names Of Night Novels & Stories

Twins. " What are their names?" " Cayden and Solara Chasia Carter," I stopped walking. The world was spinning for a second.

Under the night sky, castles and towers in the capital city of the Great North are strangely luminescent, glittering like the stars themselves, while the rest of the establishments are in the dark. Mayhem City is a combination of contradictions, the light and the dark, the rich and the poor, and the oppressor and the oppressed.

Exactly two days after my birthday. The tears came flowing fast before I even noticed. The baby was me. The unwanted child was me. The one she couldn't look at or even hold. I sat like that for a while hardly moving, sitting still hardly breathing. I was a mistake, from the very first day. The nurse asked for the baby's name and I couldn't think of one. Call her anything you want, that's what I told her. But she insisted and wouldn't stop asking for a name. Call her Pain and match a second name. But she had it wrong and said, Twaine. I nodded my head so she could go away.

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?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

The flower that blooms in the middle of the night sky is also soaked in the white petals by the dew drops, a little soft and gentle makes people's hearts move. In the room, the weak light emanating from the bedside lamp, the floor was littered with men's and women's clothing, the sparse light trail was not enough to make the scene appear clearly. But the sound of men's gasps and women's soft breaths were continuous and endless. Tinh Ngoc doesn't know how much “love” this is tonight. Perhaps because they were about to be apart, Dinh Quan was especially intense tonight. All over her body were traces left by him, but the deepest part of her was also invaded and disturbed by him.

She couldn't believe the kind of person Selene had a one-night stand with. "Sia, what's wrong?" Selene couldn't help but ask as Sia'sreaction was making her feel nervous. "I'm fine but Selene do you have any idea who this man is?" "no, I don't but he told me his name." "What did he tell you his name is?" she asked Selene. "Ethan," Selene said as she tried to recall. "Right!" "what do you mean?"

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

When the woman stood up, Lilliane followed. She was hesitant to reveal her real name, but after realizing that this woman had agreed to let her stay in her home despite not knowing her, she decided to trust her with her name. “Lilliane,” she said softly as they made their way out of the church. “Lili,” the woman smiled warmly at her and extended her hand, “My name is Consuelo.” Lilliane accepted her hand. “Let’s go.” As they stepped outside the church doors, Lilliane gazed up at the clear blue sky. The sun was already high, and she felt that this marked the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

Derina Night wasn’t supposed to be here. Her father’s warnings still rang in her head, Never cross the bridge. Never give a Coby a reason to know your name. But the bridge called to her like a dare. The rusted iron structure stretched across the river like a scar, separating the pristine world of the Night family’s polished reputation from the shadow-soaked empire of the Cobys. Everyone in their city knew the truth: the Cobys ruled the underworld, and the Nights ruled everything above it. They were oil and fire, dangerous when apart, catastrophic when together.