Wet Nights Novels & Stories

“You’re so considerate.” “I know right.” They laughed for a short while. When he decided to look up, the fireworks has stopped. “This is nice, I wish tonight is not gonna end, I just wanna spend the whole night in your arms and being this way around you. That’s all I ask of.” “You’re gonna get that. I’m right here. We could spend the night here if you want.” “Could we?”’She grinned. “No, we’re going home.” Eve laughed at his joke. Wesley was something around her, he was just being silly.

Thank you for your concern, unnecessary but I'll text back. He doesn't bother responding. I head to the bathroom, remove my clothes, and take a lukewarm shower using just the designated cold water. It's a Phoenix summer thing. Cold water is lukewarm here, so why bother with the hot setting? After I'm washed and feeling better than I have since waking up in Moon's compound, I head to my bedroom with my dirty clothes, gun, and phones. I pull on my favorite night shirt that I won in a radio contest a few years ago. It's white with black lettering that says, "Rock-n-Roll Desert Nights," and has the radio station logo below the words.

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.

The fused warm light of dawn now creeping down the summit of a gray wet morning, the downpour which started in the early evening and continued through the night. A heavy petting of water thundered against the rooftops and drowned out the sound of all else. By morning the city streets were shallow rivers rushing towards the ocean

“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.”

I have seen his boxed diplomas and his boxing achievements. "Sit." he said to me and pointed to the bed. I hesitated but when I saw that the floor was wet I ran to the side of the wall and clung to it. "What are you doing ?!" he says to me. I blinked so hard. "I wet the floor. Sorry.” He closed his eyes and massaged his temple. He approached the intercom and said something there. I was amazed because their mansion is really high-tech. "Ben get a dress in mama's room. Please bring any food. Make it faster. "

The rain hammered down on the pavement, a relentless curtain of cold that soaked through Elena Devereaux’s thin coat. She pulled the fabric tighter around herself, her breath visible in the chilly night air as she hurried toward Inferno. The club stood like a beacon of temptation and sin against the darkened street, its glowing red neon sign casting eerie reflections on the wet asphalt.

But as Ben sat up, he caught one last glimpse of the treeline. Nadia stood there, watching them. She smiled sadly, lifted her hand in a wave… …and then faded into mist. The boys got into the truck and drove until WildWood was nothing but a memory in the rearview mirror. But none of them ever spoke of that night again. Not because they forgot — But because sometimes, late at night, they still heard Willy’s laughter in the wind… And sometimes, in the mirrors, they caught glimpses of the woods creeping closer… Just waiting.

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.

**** “Honey? I’m home my wife called cheerfully. Ava barely had time to scramble into her tank top and shorts before her mother walked into the living room with her sister (Ava’s aunt) in tow. I sat on the couch like nothing had happened, remote in hand. Ava was flushed and messy, but her mother was too excited to notice. “You two will never believe it! There’s a meteor shower tonight — they say there’ll be shooting stars! We should all go to the mountain viewpoint after dinner. It’ll be so romantic and magical. A wishing star night!” My wife was beaming. She loved this kind of sentimental shit. I forced a smile. “Sounds great, babe.” **** Later that evening, we were in the car. My wife and