Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

It felt warm under the covers. Despite the continuous thunder outside, it didn’t seem as frightening anymore.

Shirley felt herself tensing up. It was as if her sanity had taken a brief leave of absence, but now that it was back, she wondered, What the hell has gotten into you, Lloyd? How can you be sharing a bed and even a blanket with Zacharias? Not only that, you’re even resting your head on his arm! Their bodies were only fractions of an inch away from each other, seeming rather improper.

Still, undeniably, the sense of warmth and security was intense.

“Go to sleep,” Zacharias uttered in a low voice. It was evident that the effects of the sleeping pills were kicking in.

Shirley was pressed into the man’s arms by his large hand. Due to the injury on her back, lying flat would naturally compress the wounded area, but turning her back to the man didn’t seem like a good idea either. So, she turned on her side, her face resting on the man’s chest, and fell asleep in his embrace.

She listened quietly for a while, and ten minutes later, Zacharias’ breathing became steady. Listening to his rhythmic breathing, Shirley seemed to catch the drowsiness as well. She closed her eyes and decided not to move.

eyes. On this rainy

sleeping pill and entered deep sleep, woke up first the following morning. After four hours of deep sleep, he felt remarkably

sleeping in his arms was soft and sweet, with long hair spread over his arm. Her exposed face was clear and tender, tempting him to kiss it. However, Zacharias refrained from doing so because he didn’t want to wake her. He wanted to savor this gentle moment with her, who was like a lazy

was already waiting downstairs. Zacharias, who usually got up at seven, surprisingly hadn’t gotten up yet. They had a tight schedule that day,

to head upstairs and knock on his boss’ bedroom door to

got disconnected. However, he wasn’t sure why his boss would hang up on him. Could it be that Mr. Flintstone

it came to work, he always maintained a serious and responsible attitude. Even if it meant offending his

second floor, he found Tony coming out with messy hair. Tony’s hair, usually well-styled, was now a bit disheveled,

disturb his uncle might be

you wake up the vice president?

scratched his head. “Alright, wait

Freddie breathed a sigh of relief; Tony was more suitable for