Unforgettable Night Novels & Stories

The more I thought about it, the more I had a nagging feeling but I toned it down. Inferno’s new location was even better than the last. Curtis was going all out to bring his business back on track. If the crowded dance floor was any indication, his effort was paying off. It almost felt like a costume beauty pageant—the bartenders were all dressed up in black costumes while the girls wore identical red and black bunny costumes. Tonight’s theme was The Devil’s Den. It certainly did look like the devil’s den. An alluring dancer with the most luscious curves I had ever seen sashayed up to me. “Do you want a drink, beautiful?”

So last night, I was certain my bed cover set was violet. I tried to remember the events that transpired last night. I remembered drinking the best cocktail in town, the trio of beautiful girls I shared a table with, and the song I kept singing all night—all of which are called “The Beautiful Ones." I have no memory beyond singing that song so I didn’t know how I got home. Whose room was this? I’ve been in Brett’s room plenty of times and this was not his either. Did I sleep with someone last night? Fuck! I don’t like to make a drunk habit of sleeping with strangers.

The night continued. *

Don't be you want to spend night with me I"ll give you one memorable night..... Listening this she blushes..... He says let's go they walk for some mints just than ibrahim says stay here they stand near one grave where no one was in that grave that was empty grave.... He says stay there I will be back in a while..... He goes from there and Liza stand there alone..... Now she start panicking she says ibrahim where r u? Ibrahim but no one says nothing just than some one push Liza in grave she goes down and scream.....after that some one puts wet clay in her she start screaming more loudly..... Than she sees it was ibrahim..... Ibrahim what r u doing? Baby I m giving you memorable night..... Li

The nightclub was louder than I imagined. Flashing lights danced wildly across the crowded room while heavy music blasted through the speakers, vibrating through my entire body. The smell of alcohol, perfume, and cigarette smoke filled the air, making it hard to breathe properly. Bodies moved against each other on the dance floor like they had no care in the world. Meanwhile, my own world had just shattered a few hours ago. Alex , Pamela's boyfriend, had escorted us to the vip section he reserved.

Everything he walked by, her heart skipped a beat and she got mental pictures from that night. Tyrell on the other hand didn't seem the slightest bit bothered. He acted like nothing happened between them. He acted so different from the night they hooked up, it was like he wasn't even the same person. It was another Monday and the night before, Kaitlyn and Sarah had stayed up really late watching TV. They had binge-watched a series they had both been missing out on because of work and now, Kaitlyn was regretting it. She was now at work and she was finding it hard to stay awake. She placed her head on her desk to rest a little and before she knew it, she dozed off.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Mommy misspoke." I tousled my daughter's hair, gazing into her green eyes, and let out a deep sigh. Harrison's POV In the dead of night, when the entire city was engulfed in slumber, the most luxurious club in the city, Good Nights, was alive with excitement. At this moment, the men from the most renowned families had gathered under dim lights, holding glasses of alcohol, swaying to the music. The person at the center of attention was none other than Peter Rufus. Tonight was his bachelor party, celebrating his last moments of single life.

How do I take care of this child? What do I do now? Getting rid of it is definitely not an option, I don’t want blood on my hands. How do I even break this news to Angela? That I got pregnant for a one night stand? A man I barely know? The only thing I know about that guy is the fact that he’s rich and his name is Drake and he organizes galas on Tuesdays. Who gets pregnant for a man that hosts galas on Tuesdays? I begin to pace back and forth again until I hear the front door open.

Step one was dealing with the bracelet. I was thinking about how to get my bracelet to David because that was important to me, but I didn’t know how to react or even function if I saw him again, knowing what happened last night. What if I asked him if there were any specific bracelets in his room when he forgot who the girl he slept with was, then I am going to be doomed. It feels like I made him remember that I am the woman he spent the night with. Thinking about this infuriated me until my phone rang. It was River.

The NIGHT STALKER CLUB bleeds with red neon across the sidewalk... bold, blinding letters that feel like a dare. The place is strictly A-list: celebrities, old money, new money, anyone who can buy the air they breathe. My best friend somehow bartends here, and when he texted that they were reopening tonight after last month’s scandal, I knew exactly where I’d spend the final hours before David and I renewed our vows. Tomorrow, I will walk down an aisle in ivory silk and promise my husband forever...again.