Wet Night Novels & Stories

“I’ll be back tomorrow night. Same shift. Same bed.” He winked. Then he disappeared into the darkness, leaving me soaked, ruined, and desperate for more.

We have just started”. These kinds of wet nights aren't just for sleeping. They are intended for our exploration, desire, and well-being. I suddenly understood that the rainfall, the storm, and the wet nights weren't just severe thunderstorms. They served as a setting for passion, yearning, and exploration. And we'd claimed it all tonight.

The storm broke sometime after midnight, but the city didn’t breathe any easier. Viremont had this way of soaking up rain and holding it like a grudge, the streets slick and the air heavy with the stench of oil, wet brick, and something darker. By the time I left Roman’s safehouse, my boots were already swallowing puddles, each step a reminder that nothing about tonight was going to stay clean.

Naka-bathrobe sila lahat at parang gusto ko na yatang mag-backout. "Ritz, siya si Dawn, new model. Pakiayusan na siya para maisalang na agad," sabi ni Vinzon sa babaeng lumapit sa amin. Tiningnan ako ng babae mula ulo hanggang paa bago ngumisi. Napalunok ako at mas lalong kinabahan. "Sumunod ka sa 'kin," sabi niya kaya alanganin akong sumunod.

"All I want is to be free." Giovanni's POV The nightmares came again and this time it was worst than the ones I had before. I had a vivid dream about the fire and a woman calling out to me but that was not all. The nightmares I had before melody came into my life were always about the fire and a woman whose face I couldn't see always shouted for my help but this dream was different, I get to see her face but she got shot right in front of me. A bullet pierced her heart and the red liquid gushing out of her heart flows towards me and before I knew it, I was burning and drowning in the pool of her blood. The woman screams for me to help but I couldn't because I was drowning and burning at the

“The pier. Where it all started. Where we made a baby.” He hummed against my skin. “Possibly the best night of my life.” “You know I was staying pretty much next door to where you live?” “Don’t tell me that,” he said with a groan. I turned in his arms. “The W.” A growl of frustration left him and his forehead fell against mine. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he said with a shake of his head. He turned me slightly. “You can’t see from this angle, but on the other side of the second tower of this complex is the W. It literally is right next door.”

Latifah said before we exchanged good nights and she headed upstairs with the sleeping bundle of joy and mayhem in her arms. After I got tired of watching re-runs of That's 70's show, I turned the television off. I was just about to head upstairs to my room when the front door opened. Damon walked in dripping wet. Water was literally just dripping off of him. It wasn't raining, was it? I strained my ear to listen to the outside. No, it definitely wasn't raining. So why was he so wet? He had just removed his boots and his jacket and was walking towards the bar. He sat on a bar stool and pulled out a bottle of scotch while still dripping water all over the carpet.

Her eyes followed the illustrations he made. “These are the men you’re gonna meet, over here is Dust, this is Dino, an underdog of a man(unknown) we don’t know who is working for yet, the man that wants you, I don’t think he wants you dead, else you would’ve been killed.” Eve listened as he explain, the name of Dust making her stomach churn. “I didn’t have a nightmare last night.” She thought out loud. “I didn’t see heard his laughter or feel his hands around my neck. How come? Why?” Wesley dropped his pen and watched her.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

I–He Who Does Not Forget ALASTOR NYX: Zeus must be having one of his infamous fits tonight, was what Alastor was thinking with a thin smirk on his face as he watched the rain pounding mercilessly around them, turning the open field dirty with mud and blood as his bare feet tore through the wet ground like a speedy bullet without missing a beat while thunder continued to roar overhead, the dark skies being illuminated by lightning from time to time. The first night of September was marked as their annual ‘friendly’ game against the other werewolf packs and Alastor Nyx–like any other year–had only one goal in mind for tonight… and that was to win.