Una Noche Para Sobrevivir Novels & Stories

Valeria’s warning rang She may not survive the birth. Thorne approached, shirtless, ribs striped with a fresh pink scar. “Scouts returned. No advance yet. But Varak’s circle burns brighter pulsing like a heartbeat.”Kai’s jaw clenched. “Final gambit.”Thorne nodded grimly. “Ronan won’t stop until one of you stops breathing.”Through the window Kai watched her pride and terror twisting inside him like wire.“We need the coven,” he said. “Tonight.”Thorne’s eyes shadowed. “You trust them?”“No. But trust isn’t an option anymore.” The Council Room

I didn't turn off the light this time for fear of having another sex session in my dreams. Chris caused this. I made a mental note to dismiss the marriage agreement, I'm not interested anymore, and Chris can go to hell. I'm going to start work tomorrow and move on with life. I slept off, snoring. LUCAS POV I haven't been at rest since I left Pablo's bar that morning. I had gone there the day before at dusk to relax my nerves, I had been stressed out. I had gone alone to take a few bottles of whisky and feel the liveliness of the club.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

Funeral I woke up in a slightly dim room. The walls were painted in a soft cream color. I roamed my eyes in the whole room. The lampshade on my right was the only one lighting the room. I felt someone move on my left. There's someone on the bed beside me! Oh my gosh! What happened? The memories of what happened last night came rushing down. I freaking gave myself to a stranger! I gave him my all! Holy sh*t! I panicked. I got up from the bed and searched for my clothes. My head was throbbing but I don't care. I need to get away soon. F*ck!

Getting into the crowded restaurant,or bar as it usually seemed at night, I searched for Miss Lauretta. Sighting her with one of our regular customers. I approached her with heart in my hands,I had no place to sleep and this was my only hope of getting a place to stay. Let me give a brief description of the restaurant. It was a very big building with few rooms with a very large room which hosted customers during the day but acted as a bar at night. I'd never ran an evening shift cos I hated attention.

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

“Where are my brothers? Where is the Legion?” “From the patrols up north and all we can see, you are the only one alive.” Flavius blinked. “The last one? How can this be? We were so many against . . . monstrous . . . peoples . . . all around . . . ” The centurion nodded. “The sole survivor, sir.” “Gods . . . ” Flavius gasped. Could he really be the only one left? One of the men offered, “Whatever gods you pray to, I want to know. They did a great job saving your behind, sir.”

Hell, it wasn’t even a warning. I turned back to them. “My pussy is only one reason I’m still alive, remember?” Six started walking, and the killer guy followed suit. It was almost midnight, which if it were run like my lab, would be a minimal crew. Then again, it was Las Vegas, a place where the strip was open just about twenty-four-seven. All I knew was that if there was another Cleaner, then everyone in that building was dead. Going late at night was the only way I was going to save the most people. There was no stopping them from killing the staff, so my objective was for them to kill as few as possible.

Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow. ​"There are no more credits to win," Franco smiled, a jagged, terrifying expression. "By sunrise, only two of you will remain on this island. The rest will be liquidated. And the only way to secure your spot... is to personally eliminate the person standing next to you." ​The floor shifted violently beneath their feet with a mechanical grind, and the lights plunged into total darkness. ​The darkness was absolute – a thick, suffocating blanket that swallowed the flickering candlelight in a fraction of a second.