Wet Nights Novels & Stories

Scared. --- Week 37. Thursday. Thunderstorm. Rain on the roof. Library closed early. Wind howling. I couldn't sleep. Too big. Too uncomfortable. Damian was awake too. Rubbing my back. "Better," he asked. "Yeah," I said. Drip. On the floor. We both looked. "Leak," I said. "From the rain," he said. Drip again. Between my legs. Warm. Wet. I froze. "Damian," I said.

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The siblings arrived earlier than expected. In a stroke of luck, they did not encounter heavy traffic on their way back. Claude and Vince slept in her bedroom while she busied herself with their dinner and game night food. Her brothers seldom crash at her place, so when they do, she makes sure that she makes their favorite food. For dinner, she whipped their family recipe of adobo. She also prepared buffalo wings for their game food.

This feels like the longest night in existence. All the lights in the house are out—my mother and grandmother had gone to bed a while ago—and I'm left to lay in the darkness of my bedroom. It's quiet, so painfully quiet. It's gotten too cold for the crickets and now the night is filled with unsettling, infrequent gusts of wind. I'd much rather hear the wet tapping of rain than this silence, but the one night I need noise is the one night of clear skies.

******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early the streetlights were all over the road unshed tears found their way through my cheeks, i was still in my nightwear and I didn't have enough time to actually pick up a sweater to cover up, I was freezing. maybe this is what I deserve maybe this is the universe way to punish me for my sins maybe I am not fit to be in this world Fresh tears fall free w

"Not really, that's what happens when you take more than you can handle" Okay...he lost me "what do you mean by that?" "The alcohol duh" I blinked at him. "What alcohol? What are you talking about?" He twisted his face in a confused gesture "did you hit your head too hard? I'm talking about Friday night" Friday night? The same night that seems to have been erased from my memory. "What happened on Friday night?" "You hanged out with me, had two shots of sex on the beach, requested that we dance, and told me you had to use the toilet then you disappeared for the night. What happened after the restroom?"

She then began to look for a way to open the skylight. She looked under the bed for a remote that might have dropped, but could not find it. She then searched the dresser, recliner, and closet, but still, nothing was found. She soon began to touch the small buttons on the windowsill. She heard a soft hum and looked around to see what had changed. A beam of light shot from her right and it began to grow. Hae Mina stepped back and watched the walls retract and reveal the night and ocean. She climbed on the sill and used the headboard to rest her back on as she watched the moonbeams dance on the waves.

'Does it work like the atmosphere, bouncing the sun's light off? "Yes, based on the Council, the blue sphere is there ever since 'Veneiah' [Creation/Beginning], protecting us from the scorching heat of the sun. Every time the night comes, it will thrum away, displaying the beautiful night sky." He explained as his hands met and slowly break apart, gesturing the word, 'Display'.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

**** It was getting late at night, and the streets were gradually illuminated with neon lights that brought a prosperous and joyful atmosphere to Rose City. On the rooftop of a four-story villa, the chilly evening breeze lifted the hem of a man’s silk nightgown. There was a glass in his hand, and the red wine inside was shaking. The scarlet liquid looked like an abyss that carried endless loneliness. It looked as if there was going to be a heavy rainstorm.