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Author's Note:
Hello my dearest readers,
Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨
As an author, crafting this tale has been a journey through the captivating city of Bucharest, where the ordinary and the supernatural converge, and destinies entwine amidst the enchanting allure of mystery and love.
Get ready to dive into a world where mystery and the unexpected walk hand in hand. This story unfolds in the captivating streets of Bucharest, where every corner holds secrets, every alley whispers untold tales, and every character is a puzzle waiting to be solved.
Join Mira as she navigates the intricate tapestry of this city, pursuing her dream while stumbling upon enigmatic characters, hidden dreams, and an unexpected hero who so happens to be her professor. Their story unfolds against the backdrop of the University of Bucharest—a place of academic pursuit intertwined with secrets and revelations.
This tale navigates the complexities of forbidden romance, weaving the threads of fate and passion in a world where boundaries blur and the mystique of the supernatural collides with the ordinary.
Join me as we explore the depths of Bucharest's historic charm, unravel the enigmas of reality and dream, and embark on a journey where love defies conventional boundaries, promising an unforeseen destiny.
So, grab your favorite reading nook and immerse yourself in the shadows of the night. The adventure is about to begin! 📖✨
Warning:
My protagonists are fully mature adults, not children. This novel explores the complexities of real-life relationships and may touch on sensitive topics. It's intended for readers who are at least 18 years old and comfortable with mature themes.
Constructive criticism is welcome, as your insights and perspective is valuable. However, please be mindful that harsh comments will be removed to maintain a respectful environment.
Open discussions is encouraged but I kindly ask that you be respectful of other readers' opinions. Everyone's experience with the story is unique, and there's no need to impose your viewpoint on others.
Thank you for understanding and enjoy the journey into the world of 'Shadows in The Night'
Confidence wrapped around him like a cloak, his demeanour exuding an air of authority softened by a hint of approachability. Dark, tousled hair framed a face that could rival the ancient sculptures, with shades of mahogany and copper dancing through the strands, hinting at a hidden fire. His hazel eyes, behind clear glasses, shifted like chameleons, in hue with each flicker of emotion, an ocean of complexities shimmering beneath their surface. They held a certain depth, seemingly concealing a wealth of knowledge and experience. Standing tall at 6’2”, he effortlessly commanded attention, drawing gazes without any effort. The contrast between his crisp cream shirt and deep ocean blue slacks only added to his composed sophistication. In that instant, I was spellbound, entangled by a potent mix of awe and intrigue. The fleeting hero from that fateful night had transformed into an academic, adorning the guise of a professor within the walls of academia. The revelation sent a surge of quest
“So, where are you guys from?” Luca inquired as we settled into a cosy corner at the small table.“Born in America, grew up in France, studied in Germany, now living in this beautiful country of Romania hoping to come across perhaps Lord Transylvania or a handsome vampire,” Zoe shared dreamily, earning a chuckle from us. As I took a sip of my coffee, Luca’s curiosity turned to me.“Born grew up, and studied in Bangladesh,” I replied with a smile, noticing a flicker of puzzlement in Luca’s expression—a reaction I completely understood.“No offence, but where is that?” Luca asked sheepishly, his expression tinged with a slight embarrassment.“None taken,” I reassured him. “It’s in Asia, right beside India.”“Ah, I didn’t know, sorry,” Luca responded apologetically.“Don’t worry, it’s a small country and not often in the spotlight. I totally get it,” I reassured him.“Yeah, I came to know about Bangladesh when my flight to Japan had a layover there a few years ago,” Zoe chimed in between
The countdown to the upcoming Modern Literature of Europe lecture crept by in agonizing slowness. Every passing second felt stretched into an eternity, though it amounted to just two days. Secretly, I found myself yearning to see him again, a desire I refused to admit aloud. His absence made the campus, not the largest expanse, but sizable enough to conceal him from my curious gaze.My attire for the day cascaded with deliberate elegance: an off-white shirt of satin texture gliding over my form, accentuated by a sleek black sweater vest. Paired with brown slacks, I meticulously folded the sleeves of my shirt, adding a touch of casual sophistication. Opting for a low ponytail, I allowed tendrils of hair to lazily frame my face, lending a subtle allure. A mere hint of moisturizer and sunscreen graced my skin, and as I set the sunscreen aside, my fingers grazed over my modest collection of lipsticks. Feeling a streak of boldness, I chose a dark shade of brown, one that harmonized with th
“I will, Sir. Thank you,” I assured, clutching the book tightly against me as he nodded.“Have a good day, Ms. Hanan,” he bid before stepping into the hallway.“You too, Sir.” A smile automatically crossed my lips as he walked away, leaving me with a strange fluttering sensation lingering in my chest.“Will that be all for today, Ms Hanan?” the librarian inquired politely as I returned the borrowed book to the library counter.“Yes, thank you,” I replied with a smile and turned around to leave only to remember something I needed.“There actually is something I needed help with. I'm looking for ‘The Anxiety of Influence’ by Harold Bloom,” I asked.“Of course. We have the book. It’s in the literature criticism section, aisle three, third shelf from the top,” the librarian directed, her tone helpful as I set off to locate the book.Navigating through the shelves, I traced the spine labels, scanning each row for the sought-after title. Finally, I spotted it, neatly nestled between other c
It was a lazy Saturday, and I found myself engrossed in a conversation with Zoe over the phone. She was still grilling me for being late to our café meet-up earlier in that week when I had stumbled into Izan. Luca was quick to brush it off but Zoe, well, she is Zoe.“Are you certain you will be able to make it tonight?” Zoe’s voice rang with a hint of exasperation, the question feeling all too familiar.It was a lazy Saturday, and I found myself engrossed in a conversation with Zoe over the phone. She was still grilling me for being late to our café meet-up earlier in that week when I had stumbled into Izan. Luca was quick to brush it off but Zoe, well, she is Zoe.“Are you certain you will be able to make it tonight?” Zoe’s voice rang with a hint of exasperation, the question feeling all too familiar.“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed, a twinge of guilt in my voice. “I just need to find something to wear for your party.”“I have tons of dresses. Just make it on time for the dinner, will you?” Z
After the initial exchange, silence draped over us like a heavy curtain. It was not the comfortable kind of silence one might appreciate, at least not from my end. I kept my fingers busy on the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen, purposely avoiding any chance of our eyes meeting again.Despite my efforts, I couldn’t help but sneak peeks at Izan from time to time. He was totally absorbed in his book, jotting down notes like a pro. His pen danced between his fingers effortlessly, all his attention on the pages. I felt like a mere ghost of a person, invisible to him in the midst of all those words. It was like the world faded away around him, leaving me here, anxious and tapping my feet to disguise the nerves I couldn’t really explain. I shook my head, trying to snap out of it, and turned my focus back to the blank page on my laptop.I felt my frustration mounting as I sifted through the pile of books, notes, and endless tabs, trying to make sense of this paper. With a sigh, I slouched i
“Let’s find you something fabulous to wear,” Zoe exclaimed, rummaging through her wardrobe and presenting me with a series of outfit options.As we stood in her bedroom surrounded by an array of outfits strewn across the bed, Zoe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to help me choose the perfect outfit for the night.“So, which one should we start with?” Zoe murmured eyeing all the options of dresses of different colours, design and style. I stood there frozen as I stared at the pile of clothes in front of me.It had been only five minutes since we reached her new apartment that was bustling with preparation for the housewarming party. And I was already in a robe, out of my simple peasant clothing. And the options of outfits laid in front of me was more than overwhelming.The first dress she handed me was a vibrant cobalt blue, its intricate lace overlay glistening under the room’s soft light. The dress hugged the figure in all the right places, but as I looked at my reflection, I
Their kindness and warmth were undeniable, the scent of old money surrounded them, along with a hint of sophistication that hinted at their wealthy and refined upbringing. Yet, despite their privileged background, they exuded a down-to-earth charm that made me feel at home in their presence.The evening flowed smoothly as guests arrived, filling the space with chatter and joy. We gathered around the dining table, where a feast awaited us. Every dish served was a work of art, bursting with flavour that delighted the senses. From the appetizers to the main course and desserts, each bite was a culinary delight, showcasing the skill of the chef and the essence of fine dining.As we chatted and laughed, time flew by like it always does when you're having fun. Before I knew it, the evening came to an end, and guests began saying their goodbyes, expressing gratitude as they left. As the dinner wrapped up, Zoe and I headed to the club. Stepping out of the car into the cool night air, faces f