Wet Nights Novels & Stories

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.

I'm not working tonight, but I'm stopping in to check on a few of the new recruits. The night is cool, but I can smell summer coming, quicker than most of us are probably ready for. The older I get, the less I enjoy the humid, stifling heat. I'd much rather have just a bite in the air. Chilly enough a jacket is required. Up the road, I can see the sign for Wet Wanda's sticking out amongst the dark, blanketed sky. Neon always draws attention, and that's exactly what we need to get bodies in the building.

He pointed at my shoulder and I looked behind me and furrowed my brows when I saw nothing strange. "Your hair, are you aware it's been dripping water and the floor is wet? I'm just saying, you are not wearing any flip-flops, you might fall." He explained. I nodded, "Yes, I'm aware. I just had my bath and washed it that's why it's wet. I'll be careful, thanks." "But why do you wash at night rather than in the morning?" "Well, I have to get to the office very early and washing takes my time so, I wash every two nights," I replied. "I was just about to dry it before you came."

I had a dream, I had sex in a dream. "What the fuck!" I touched myself to find out I was wet with sex juice. Did I fuck myself? I had sex, waking up to see no one on my bed, I had it in a dream and I was fucking wet, with my clitoris hard from pleasure. Had someone come into my room to fuck me? A few nights ago, in Vegas, I woke up naked in a room I never booked, I woke with dried cum on my thighs, confirming sex, but with who?

The heavy sound Mason’s boots against the wet linoleum faded into a low hum, leaving Chloe face-down on the cold vinyl table. She was completely spent, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps that fogged the plastic surface beneath her cheek. A mixture of spit, sweat, and the team's fluids slicked her inner thighs, dripping slowly onto the floor below. "Get her back up," Jace commanded, his voice cold, heavy, and completely devoid of mercy.

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

Chuckled! “ Well, Yes, Wife… I know who you are. You would remember too if you slowed down on the drinks like I said yesterday.” sexy responded. “Would you like to sit while I give you a recap that might jog your memory on our adventures the night before?” he asked. I sat down and kept my mouth shut before I further embarrassed myself. Ethan’s POV

The evening started the same way most of them did. We finished the dishes together, and Uncle Robert asked if I wanted to watch something before bed. I told him I needed a bath first. The day had been warm, and I felt sticky from being outside earlier. “Go ahead,” he said. “I’ll wait.” I went upstairs and filled the tub. The water ran hot while I chose what to wear afterward. Most nights I put on ordinary pajamas, but tonight I reached for the black nightie I had packed and never worn.

Night Day 11, Gold Moon - gold moon not silver - lighting Red Village square where rain fell, where five pups now forearm size sleeping on red blanket wet from rain but warm from breath powers, among 100 mice wet, 50 birds wet, 100 fish wet, 100 girls wet, 1757 wolves wet - all wet but happy - four packs one rain - one lullaby plus rain lullaby. Selene and Magnus - wet too - holding five pups bigger, listening to rain lullaby plus four packs lullaby - five lullabies - one wonderful rain. And Selene whispered to five pups - 11 days old, double size, breath powers, made rain, sleeping with mouths open showing tiny teeth that were not there yesterday, teeth that will be fangs tomorrow: "You gre

I will never be his. Long nights. Cold nights. Lonely nights. Nights filled with fear, nights filled with tears. Each night bringing forth a new haunting memory. Seasons pass, winter turning to summer. The need for Deimos increases day by day. It grows, wrapping around me like vines possessing thorns, sinking deep tearing into my soul. Eventually making me bleed of need.