Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“Can’t I yell my feelings?” Queenie couldn’t keep her emotions bottled up any longer.

“Go ahead and yell all you like!” Nigel smiled.

Reaching up, she cupped her hands around the sides of her mouth, faced the sea stretching out into the horizon before her, and screamed at the top of her lungs. “Ahhh!!!”

It felt as though she had finally found an outlet to vent all the anger and frustration she suffered throughout the past year. She even had tears in her eyes after screaming a few times in quick succession.

“Come on! Why don’t you join me?” she suggested to the man standing behind her.

Nigel rarely did such things, but he couldn’t help being dragged along by her. When she let out another scream, he finally set aside his pride as a young master.

“Ahhh!!!” he yelled to his heart’s content.

After they were done yelling their hearts out, Queenie abruptly burst into laughter. It was at this moment that she stepped on a stone and lost her footing. In response, she instinctively threw herself into his arms and held onto him tightly.

At the same time, his long arms reached out to wrap around her waist to help her regain her footing.

a little out of breath when she suddenly realized that the face of the man standing beside her was more attractive than the setting sun. Thus, she couldn’t help staring at him

his eyes, her hair was slightly disheveled from the sea breeze. Despite her wind-blown hair, her eyes were incredibly bright and clear while her

she realized what was going through his mind at this moment. Nevertheless, she

down, he lightly

enticed him into addiction. Once he had a taste of her lips, he couldn’t bring himself

thick long hair fluttered

he finally released her. They pressed their foreheads together, gasping and out of breath. Her pretty face looked rather flustered. Moreover, it felt as though

for somebody else. He discovered that the emotions swirling in him were completely different from the feelings he had when he

between these two emotions. His feelings for Anastasia had been nothing more than a sense of gratitude. Conversely, the feelings he experienced at this moment—the feelings he had

to Leslie, she had believed that she was deeply in love with him. It was not until now that she understood what it truly meant to be in love

her heart to somebody without considering the consequences and choosing instead to fully accept

locked onto the woman

at this moment, she nodded without hesitation

into the horizon, and their surroundings became

around a corner and came to a hotel that resembled a crystal palace rising from the boundless sea under the vast starry sky. The hotel was overflowing with a sense of elegance and luxury; it was like a lighthouse on the sea that would