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.

she mused and closed her eyes. On this rainy night, on the gray bed, a man and a woman embraced each other,

the following morning. After four hours of deep sleep, he felt remarkably refreshed. He had been aware that Shirley was sleeping in his arms,

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

it, disconnecting the call from Freddie, who was already waiting downstairs. Zacharias, who usually got up at seven, surprisingly hadn’t gotten up yet. They had a tight schedule that day, so leaving

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

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

came to work,

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

the young man to disturb his uncle might be better

Tony, could you do me a favor? Can you wake up the vice

scratched his head. “Alright, wait a

sigh of relief; Tony