When The Day Met Night Novels & Stories

"As far as I know there is no rule about giving gifts. I'll be wearing the same color as yours tomorrow so you better wear it." He reminded her. "Okay." "Anything else?" "Nothing. Sorry for disturbing you. I'll go and sleep now." Evan nodded. "Wait." It was Evan. Bea turned to face him. "We'll go to the venue together tomorrow." "Okay." "Goodnight." "Goodnight." The next morning, Bea was woken up after hearing Anna's deafening voice. "How could you sleep peacefully after leaving me alone yesterday?" Bea opened her right eye to peek. She saw Anna's presence inside her room. It was still too early in the morning!

They slept late and nobody apologized for it. The body called in the debt that two weeks of short nights and high-stakes days had accumulated and they paid it without argument by going under together in the amber light, limbs tangled, the generator humming its familiar note, and not surfacing until the daylight through the high windows had moved from gray suggestion to full pale morning.

Matt woke up from a nightmare and immediately looked at his bedside table. Beads of sweat trickled all over his forehead. He got up and walked out of the balcony to breathe fresh air. He did not realize it was already a full moon until he saw the majestic Luna shining from above. If it weren’t for Aria, if it were not for the prophecy, they would still be in pain of transitioning as a wolf tonight. He wondered what they were doing in Crescent Hills. Matt went down to grab some beer, and he almost jumped on Cassie when he saw her lurking in the dark garden. “What are you doing there?” he asked.

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

I quickly turned away, using my hair to curtain my face. "Yep," Candice chomped on her lettuce. "You have it really bad." "Shut up," I grumbled, but we both knew she was right. *** Judgement day for round two was finally here. I was nervous, to say the least, but I thought we had a very good shot at winning. I stared at our oil painting and how dawn and midnight collided with each other. Two sides of the same coin, converging to meet in the middle. Midnight and dawn were much similar in more ways than one but yet, still so different. They were both new beginnings. Midnight signified the end of a new day, and dawn signified the beginning—an almost rebirth.

My hands were steady, but my mind was in chaos. The diner was quiet for a Tuesday. The neon 'OPEN' sign hummed. I wiped the same section of the counter over and over again, watching the rain start to smear across the front windows. Chicago at 2 AM is a graveyard for the lonely. It’s for the night-shift nurses, the cab drivers, and the people who have nowhere else to go. I was tired of being the girl who had nowhere to go. I looked at my reflection in the chrome of the milkshake machine.

She was asking to see me. During the day. The Day. Not night. Not the fucking night! "Yes, of course you can come over. I'm available." I texted her back, abandoning my work at the desk. My feet moving. Part pacing as my phone buzzed again. And again. More responses from her. More questions I needed to answer. More texts we exchanged. And I spent the rest of the night... preparing for tomorrow. ****** It all happened fast. The day turning to night, and night to day, welcoming me into the next day we were supposed to meet.

The most crucial time is in the afternoon. The city becomes very crowded due to the shift changes. Day creatures or diurnals rush to finish their work before it gets dark. Some of the most industrious nocturnal or night creatures come out early, hanging out in shady places until pitch black. Even then, they hide from adjutant elves for breaking the rules. But surprisingly, on the day Justin and Ruby arrived at City Hall, all the day and night creatures had gathered. It was a stifling crowd. Justin and Ruby had to overtake with all their might to get to the middle of the line.

Concealed behind smiles and casual chatter, I safeguard a world known only to a select few; each glass I wipe, each smile I wear—it's all a charade, a facade shielding the hidden truths that lurk within these walls, my past, a buried treasure, one I couldn't afford to unearth, and my present life, a double. But it is fun and everything. Today is no different. It's just like any other day. We, night folks, do things backward. While most work during the day, we're busy making plans for the night while the sun's still up. We plan a day to save the night. Amidst the noise of daytime, we're setting the stage for the excitement that's brewing after dark. It's a time of getting everything ready, ma

“A little longer. Under the stars. Day is not finished while we still have steps left.” They started forward again. Hands found each other for a short stretch of darker ground, then let go as the path evened. The cold bright day had become a cold clear night. Silence held from the first light all the way through. No return time had ever been set. None was set now. Only the road, the stars, and the two of them still moving.