Wet Nights Novels & Stories

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She hopes she finds some in her kitchen. ' her kitchen', Emily smiles at the sound of that, she likes it. She roams around the house, checking the windows and doors, it is indeed comfortable. Emily moves around her empty kitchen, in the middle is just a stove and pots for her. She notice a mini fridge resting against the wall. Emily opens it and almost choke when she sees how full it is. She quickly prepares noodles for herself. The room became darker as the only light shown is that of the moon. Emily gulps down her water, this is her most difficult time of the night. Sleeping time is a difficult time for Emily because she dreams a lot and have scary nightmares.

Felicia The next night when Gregor left for the night I stayed up. I sat in the dark by the window and waited. The moon was nearly full and the night was clear, so I could see the valley floor well. I wanted another glimpse at the red wolf or any of his companions. But the night was silent except for the insects that chirped in the grass and the trees. The moon wasps were out, trying to harvest as much nectar as possible before winter. Their bioluminescent blue glow blinked off and on throughout the undergrowth. Several night-blooming flowers grew in the valley. Fallen Stars with their abundant fire red petals, Midnight Violets whose black petals were a warning not to eat them, they would ki

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.

Samantha wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside Adam's window. She turns her head and sees Adam sleeping peacefully next to her. Memories of the previous night flood her mind, and she feels a mix of guilt and excitement. She slowly gets out of bed, careful not to wake him up, and quietly dresses. As she stands by the door, she takes one last look at Adam's bedroom, feeling a pang of sadness. She wishes things could be different, but she knows she can't stay. She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her, tiptoeing down the stairs.

The heat waves, pollution and traffic won't let people breathe peacefully and therefore Nights are far better than days when you're living in cities. The wet, desolate streets of the city rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. the water in the portholes shimmered by the glow of the bright, yellow street lamps. the small, green trees on the roadsides swayed as the strong breeze hit them. The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator.

That cold shower didn’t help much and I also made sure my door was locked because of a certain possessive and ruthless Alpha. ***** *Pit Pat, Pit Pat* I woke up with a startle at the patter sound coupled with the fact that I’m having a. Nightmares about all the recent things I have been through. It was a bloody dream and then I felt myself get wet. I thought it was a wet dream which was kind of awkward. Why would I have a nightmare and suddenly get wet from wet dreams only for me to wake up in my really wet dark room? “Shit!” I cursed ,looking around the moist room and my wet bed. I looked towards the open full wall length windows which made it really easy for the rainfall to get inside the

She dared not look up, unsure of what she might find in their eyes. As the evening wore on, the conversation flowed smoothly, punctuated by laughter and the andtheoccasional teasing. Yet, Blue couldn’t shake the feeling that she was an outsider looking in, a spectator in a game she didn’t quite understand. Later that night, Blue walked into Damian’s room at the scheduled time, her heart racing as she took in the sight of him. He stood there, a bathrobe hanging loosely around his shoulders, water droplets glistening on his skin.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

Somewhat calmly, I took Mori's hand and squeezed it, in a quiet comfort that was only meant to give him some peace. I didn't imagine that would be enough to shed a few tears. Quietly we arrived at his apartment, he adjusted the sofa bed and I told him I still didn't want to sleep. The apartment was no longer filled with boxes, but was arranged like a typical single man's room. I smiled when I saw the video games, the giant TV and decided to go with the flow: we decided to do a marathon of the scary game saga. We had fun, until we were tired, the passing of the bills at such a horrendous night that we had, without imagining that the morning would be worse.