Words To Nights In White Satin Novels & Stories

Tonight is going to be a long night, She whispers with a sigh. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************

Inside, her stomach was a knot of icy tension, but she let her eyes sparkle with feigned excitement. ​"You’re always so focused on the impact, Julian," she cooed, her hand squeezing his. "But I think the 'Vatican White'—the one with the silver threading—is much more us. It’s classic. It’s untouchable. It says that no matter what is happening in the world outside, inside those walls, we are in a sanctuary of our own making."

I replied. "And you," he looked over at Wendy, "Disobey me once and no more of my c*ck. You and him can go back together but we're through and deep down we both know you're hooked on my black d*ck. Aren't cha'?" Wendy nodded her head. "Say it." "I'm hooked on your black c*ck," she replied "Tell Michael what you are," he smirked. "I'm Lucas's white c*ck slut," she replied.

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

I got to my door and unlocked it, praying that my roommate is at home because I don't think I can sleep alone this night. I walked into the house and as usual, it was silent, not too dark and empty. My roommate isn't home. I didn't bother switching the lights on since the lamp illuminated a little light round the room as I walked into the bedroom. I stripped out of my cloths and picked up the faded T-shirt on my bed. Then I saw something or rather someone. The T-shirt fell out is my grip I fumbled with the switch, trying to switch the lights on. Bright white light filled the room and I saw him comfortably seated on Vivian's bed. I gasped in fear as I took a step back.

Without even saying the three magic words. So worn out, I lay my head down on his chest and close my eyes. Feeling myself fall into a deep slumber. Just before darkness took over I'm pretty sure I heard him whisper "Fuck, you mean everything to me gattina" And if I wasn't about to lose consciousness, my heart would've lept out of my chest.

(Last chapter continued) A lone tear fell as she sang a soft old English song . . ~"The night begins to shine When I look at you I see the story in your eyes. When we're dancing The night begins to shine. The night begins to shine When we're dancing The night begins to shine The night begins to shine Had my mind made up I wanna feel your touch. When I look at you I see the story in your eyes When we're dancing. The night begins to shine.

I close my eyes and inhale, and for some reason, I feel… butterflies? I am confused. Everyone thinks I’m beautiful, so why are his words dancing around in my head, as if the concept of a compliment was foreign to me. I shake it away. Tonight is not about him. It’s not about Shane. It's about me, and that one lucky man, or woman, who silences the face paced world I live in. What does a natural beauty like myself wear tonight? Black is sultry. Red is daring. White is… perfect.

The retreat reinvented itself by night. Morning had been all white cotton and citrus, the terraces full of bodies draped on loungers as servers floated by with carafes that clinked like tiny bells. Evening arrived on velvet soles. Lanterns stitched a path from the cliff stairs to the grand house, and the staff traded linen for black silk. Selina dressed the way the invitation suggested she should. Not extravagantly. Intentionally. A slip of gunmetal satin that caught the lamp light and sent it traveling, a narrow ribbon at her throat, a mask of soft black that veil-shadowed her eyes without hiding them.

My curse. Neon Nights is twenty minutes away by ride. I dress for the floor: black lace thong, matching bra that pushes everything up and out, fishnet stockings, sky-high stilettos that make my calves ache by the second song. Glitter body oil cheap but shiny. Red lipstick. Smokey eyes. The uniform of a girl who sells fantasy for cash.