Wet Night Novels & Stories

Abs catching the lights in a luminous glow. I look around and turn my head back- No silhouettes in neighbouring windows. No one watching. No one laughing. Just me, kneeling on a glass balcony that's filled with my puddle in the night air, thoroughly undone. “I’m wet and ready,” I say, and push two fingers into myself and bring them out. My wetness literally drips down. That's how much he has edged me and how horny I am. My fingers are glistening, I hold them up so he can see.

I would even have a glass of water for him to keep it down. I would wait until he'd fallen asleep before tiptoeing out to wash myself up. Sometimes, I would even stay right next to him, keeping vigil when the alcohol hit him hard. Now, the tender warmth he was used to was gone. Knocks on the door woke William up the next morning. The hangover was still gripping his head tightly, and everything around him was spinning like a demented carousel. He pulled himself up from the couch and wobbled to the entrance.

“Everything is just… so bright.” “That’s the victory talking,” a familiar voice whispered. Alita blinked several times before the figure standing just beyond the lights came into focus. “Bianca!” Her smile widened lazily. “You came…” Bianca stood elegantly in a shimmering silver gown, a glass of water resting lightly in her hand. Her lips curved into a polite smile, but there was something unsettling about her eyes. “I wouldn’t have missed your biggest night,” Bianca replied. “I won,” Alita slurred proudly.

The siblings arrived earlier than expected. In a stroke of luck, they did not encounter heavy traffic on their way back. Claude and Vince slept in her bedroom while she busied herself with their dinner and game night food. Her brothers seldom crash at her place, so when they do, she makes sure that she makes their favorite food. For dinner, she whipped their family recipe of adobo. She also prepared buffalo wings for their game food.

His fingers started circling my bud, having me gasping out moans. Without knowing, my hands had seemed to draw towards Haiden's jeans. He chuckles in amusement, groaning when I squeeze him through his jeans. He was hard as a rock. "Or maybe I was wrong. You were the one who wanted to do the tasting." _____________ "Yes." I gasp, waking up from yet another wet dream starring non-other than my calculating neighbor. I blinked, looking around my room. It wasn't dark much, seeing that I left my night lamp on tonight. It was also raining and like usual, my windows were wide open.

I whisper, and he thanks me, and lets me through. Windazare, compared to Aquarius Waters is more humid and darker as it has more trees and the natural light is covered by the trees and the high mountains. During the day, most werewolves go running, but other prefer the night run which has resulted in Windazare Lights wolves becoming more pale compared to us Aquarius Water, and Firedune Pitts.

"That's perfect. Let's get to work." Early, the next morning, Jeremy stretched out on his bed till his feet touched the base of the bed, and his finger collided with the headboard. A smile stretched across his face. He'd had the most wonderful, yet awkward dream. He stared at the ceiling then looked over at Jae-Woo's sleeping form. Odd he'd dream about her last night. He thought back to the dream and recalled that she had pulled her hair up and was wearing a long red sequin dress. They were at some type of function involving dancing. She had taken a turn with each member of Nightide. Then the end of the dream washed afresh. Why on Earth had he just watched as she kissed Jiho? Why didn't he s

Just this one night for me to live my life as it had been before. Just this one night for me to forget about everything that happened between these past few years and live like nothing matters anymore. Not that anything does anyways. Just this one night for me to get out of my shell, shielding me away from the world and have fun. Just one night for me to forget about the pain that I carry in my chest and the scars that have to remain permanently scarred to the depth of my soul. Just this one night. And after this night, I'm gonna return to my shell. Returning to being the quiet and the ever so miserable Dawn.

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.

Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream. I press the heel of my palms to my closed eyes, cursing the wolves. "I hate you, I hate you all" I hiss, clawing at my hair. One night, that's all it took. One night I had told Irana to tell mum I was gonna be late. I'd been going to a friend's house, but that night, the night I didn't walk home with her and wolves swoop in.