Wet Night Novels & Stories

“He’s a sweet soul. He just… doesn’t know how to love properly.” --- That Night Lara went to bed early, curling beneath the covers, listening to the faint hum of the mansion’s walls. Then, without warning, the rain came—fast, heavy, and relentless. The sound swallowed the night. She slipped into a dream. The rain in her dream was deafening — each drop hit the ground like shards of glass, slicing the air with a metallic sting. Screams tore through the downpour, distant at first, then clawing closer, tangled with the wind.

Alex only returned around midnight. I couldn't sleep since earlier, so I just lay down staring at the bedroom window which was still slightly open. It had been raining since the afternoon but had now turned to a light drizzle. A cold wind that feels piercing and fresh enters between the gaps in the slightly open window. I love the wet smell of rain, especially rain at night.

It will fade away! The Crystal night is a night when the moon is at its fullest. A time when almost all werewolves go into the heat madness with no sense of reasoning, they simply f*ck themselves out till dawn. Those who have mates are a plus for them because it is thought that the Moon Goddess uses this season to give women the fruit of the womb, while unmated wolves look for potential partners with whom they might spend the night. However, Alpha Nero is visiting their pack for the first time so it's major news for everyone. Everyone except I. Why because my family planned on locking me up that night.

Alex only returned around midnight. I couldn't sleep since earlier, so I just lay down staring at the bedroom window which was still slightly open. It had been raining since the afternoon but had now turned to a light drizzle. A cold wind that feels piercing and fresh enters between the gaps in the slightly open window. I love the wet smell of rain, especially rain at night.

' Night growled loudly, running into the forest, ready to eat, kill, and rip anything or anyone in his way. . #TBC

I could think no more. Until one day.... "Are you ready for tonight for out little adventure? " I shook with fear as I heard my wolf talking to me . "You got mesmerised by her charm too much that you didn’t even realise what tonight is gonna be!" It was the next full moon night! "Brace yourself, Ethan! Cause tonight will be memorable for both of us!" The hissing voice echoed through my whole existence...

I won’t bore you with it. I spotted Niamh sitting in the brass and glass mezzanine level area, surrounded by gorgeous fresh flower arrangements that made it look like summer had come inside. Which was kind of nice because even though it was June, summer certainly hadn’t made much of an appearance outside. It had rained for twenty-two days in a row. But I live in hope.

She slipped two fingers deep inside my wet hole. I let out a broken sob. I arched my back completely, pushing my hips forward to meet her pace. She pumped her fingers in and out of me, establishing a wet, rapid, dirty rhythm. The sound of her mouth and the wet slap of her fingers sliding inside my wetness echoed loudly in the quiet room. It sounded incredibly loud. It sounded nasty. "You're so fucking wet," Nadia murmured, pulling her mouth away for just a second to breathe, her face shining with my slick.

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The rain in Seattle doesn’t just fall; it settles. It drapes over the city like a heavy, wet wool blanket, muffling sound and turning the nights into long, ink-black stretches of isolation. I had been living alone in this apartment for three months, and for the most part, I enjoyed the solitude. My life was simple: work, dinner, a few hours of mindless television, and sleep. Until tonight.