
Nightfall Devil's Night #4
Reviews

I do love will. But found some scenes quite long and boring tbh

best book in the series by far and one of my favs this year. had everything i could ask for😋
will grayson iii. that’s all.

Now that I’ve fully finished the series, I can honestly say that it didn’t exactly meet my expectations, especially with so many people raving about it.

4,5 My fav of the devil’s night series I didn’t want to finish this book, I loved it

lord cleanse my eyes and guide my soul


overall loved it agh cryin’ rn they are all a family and they are all so happy i will probably never get over devil’s night series i feel so empty bc i finished the series for the 3nd time love willemory sm agh - the proposal for wedding, and them in general - agh so fucking good also damon wanting to have a daughter is really cute dammit i’m so happy por michealrika for having a child my dear emmy deserved sm better, i relate to her sm and will he also deserve sm better the angst is fucking incredible, there is some plot that doesn't matter but we can live it. - “Don’t you know that you can have anything you want? I’ll hurt anyone for you. Who is it?” he asked. “Who do I have to hurt?” - “Abuse can feel like love. Starving people will eat anything” - “Emory Scott hated me(...) It shouldn't hurt. But it did (...). I always liked her. I always looked for her, And over the years, passing her in the halls and feeling her in the classroom next to me, she got hot as fuck in ways no one else seemed to notice but me. God, she had a mouth on her. I loved her attitude and her anger, because I was always too warm and I needed the ice. It made me smile. But I also saw things no one else did.” - “We want what we want.” - "Sorry, D. That's her seat now." - “All my friends loved the control. Loved to hold them down and make them beg for it like Rika, Banks, and Winter were their toys. Not me. She dominated me, and I didn’t want it any other way. In the classroom, in the library, in the movie theater, in my truck… Watching her cash in on my ass was better than actual sex. I could be a bad boy, and I needed to be disciplined.” - “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.” - ""I bought Milk Duds and Twizzlers."I chuckled under my breath. "I don't know why because I was on my own, and I didn't need all that candy, but I didn't eat the Milk Duds." I swallowed, staring deep into his eyes. "I couldn't help but think... 'Will would love this." My eyes stung, but I blinked away the tears, knowing exactly why I bought the Milk Duds. They were Will's." - She raised her finger to her lips, telling me to keep quiet before she slipped inside with a mischievous smile and closed the door. I laughed to myself and turned back around, jogging up the stairs to the door in the gallery. Grabbing the handle, I glanced over my shoulder one more time and saw Kai Mori. He headed to the back of the church, and my heart skipped a beat as I watched him enter the confessional, the door to the left of the priest's chamber to make his confession. Only it wasn't a priest in there. I snorted. Oh, shit." kaibanks <3 - "I looked over again, seeing Damon straddle a motorbike as Winter Ashby stood next to him, fastening a helmet. I tensed, about to wonder what the hell he thought he was doing out here with the kid. But as she climbed on behind him, he looked over his. shoulder at her, something written in his smile I'd never seen in him before. Tenderness. She wrapped her arms around his waist and she squealed as they sped off out of the square, disappearing down a street." winterdamon <3 - “I’d loved Emory since the moment I laid eyes on her when I was fourteen. I could still see her-sitting on her bike outside the chainlink fence surrounding the school parking lot as she watched. My friends and me on our skateboards that summer. From that moment on, it seemed I was always aware of her, and everything I did, I did it with it in mind that she was watching. Every joke in class. Every strut into the lunchroom. Every new haircut and every new pair of jeans. Even the Raptor. My first thought when my parents bought you it was how she'd look in"(...)"I hated that she was alone. She was always alone, and she shouldn't have been, because she should've been with me." - “That was my girl, scarred, tattered soul, and all. She was beautiful.” "The only time I ever loved my life was when I was with you." "I was always your Em," she whispered. "No matter what I said or what I did or all the ways I let life win over the years.. That night, I knew. I was in love with you." - “In my heart, she was still my girl.” - “Emory Scott loves Will Grayson,” I murmured.” “I reached for you,” I told her. “In my head, all these years. Even after you dumped me like trash and I couldn’t fall out of love with you no matter how much I drank and snorted, my brain reached for you always.” “When nothing gave me a reason to get out of bed, my friends were falling in love, making babies, and I felt so alone… “What do you think was the only thing that made me keep breathing?” “In my brain, I reached for you. I never stopped reaching for you.” And she let her brother tell my family that, not only did I not love her, but I passed her around for my friends to abuse like she was nothing. When she was everything.” - “It’s yours now.” He met my eyes. “It’s been yours for nearly ten years.” - “And I buried my face in her neck, feeling everything start. My life. Our life. We won.” - “This was always our story. We want what we want.” - “God, she was fun. Happy, unhappy, sad, and hot—I never stopped loving that she was in my life. Her strengths made me feel lucky to be a part of her, and her weaknesses brought out the best in me. I rose to every occasion with her like I never had with anyone else.” - ""You either have my back," Michael said. "You're at my side," Kai continued. "Or you're in my way,'" the rest of us finished. "Be Lilith," the girls said. Athos pulled the Red Death over her eyes, all of us setting off as she whispered. "Never Eve."

Loved this book but also deeply frustrated me


will and emory supremacy!!!

william grayson III vc pode me engravidar se quiser várias vezes inclusive podemos conceber filhos em vários lugares posições horários diferentes eu te amo william grayson III

read the rest of series to pass time but i was not enjoying any of it LMFAO


5/5 ☆ !!!

willemmy absolutely served especially the flashback scenes but quick explain why i should care about the other characters? bc i don’t

ignoring the unnecessary whatever, willemmy best dn people, esp high school willemmy hs will is such a softie shut up im crying <3 😖

** spoiler alert ** WILLIAM GRAYSON III😩 but when he said that she will give him a william grayson VI. hot. hot.

This series was a damn ride and I loved every second of it ! Will and Emory! Ugh I love them.

this book has a chokehold on me I was on the edge of my seat the whole time bro. did I finish this in under a day? yes do I feel guilty about it? no no better way to spend my last day of isolation 😩😩

big 3 stars for willemmy


finally…damn it almost took me 20 days reading this…anyways. LOVE WILLEMMY, they’re so 🥹🥹🥹 and love their story!! this is the second best from the devil’s night imo. and damn i love how everyone is here and taking emory into their group even though she feels like she’s from the outside and not close from anyone. in short i just love how every character bonds with each other. they’re truly a family😭 AND PLEASE THE KIDSSSSS IM GOING TO CRY

4.5 ⭐️ this book made me feel so dirty. LIKE DAMN. this is the dirtiest book in the series and i loved it😎 and because of blackchurch the book was so different from the others, and i think that was needed. this book just made me feel extra closer to everyone which is kinda sad since this is the end, but it was fun while it lasted👊 “knock, knock” “come in” Will was the sweetest and i loved him. the push and pull between them was so frustrating but it made it all the more exciting! i loved Em also! i mean i love every woman in this series cuz they’re all badass. i don’t know if i want to be them or be with them tbh… well i gotta go read fire night💃

I expected more from this book, I love Will but this story was … Anyways, I love this series- but what the fuck am I supposed to do now with my life
Highlights

"What do you think was the only thing that made me keep breathing. In my brain, I reached for you. I never stopped reaching for you.”
🥹

A fire lit behind his eyes. "I will raise hell and reduce this house to ash if you act like this is a choice for one more second!" he bellowed at me and then pointed to his side. "Now!"
Alpha will 🫡🫡

You have her heart, but I'm in her head now. With a woman like Emory Scott, which do you think she’ll listen to?
DEAD

Sempre havia uma maneira de resolver o problema. Sempre havia uma maneira de realizar algo que eu precisava realizar. Ou.. sorri para mim mesma. Uma maneira de Convencer alauém a fazer algo que eu precisava fazer.

E eu adorava trabalhar sozinha. Acho que era por isso que eu preferia os pequenos projetos na empresa. As restaurações mais pessoais.

Não é que eu não gostasse da aula. Não é que eu não gostasse de livros. Eu simplesmente não gostava de livros antigos. Terceira pessoa, parágrafos instáveis de um quilometro de comprimento e algum acadêmico idiota a tentar forçar-me a acreditar que há um significado profundo na descrição do autor de uma peça de mobiliário sobre a qual eu não dou a mínima. Tenho certeza de que o autor nem sequer sabe o que estava a tentar fazer. e provavelmente estava chapado de láudano qauando escreveu isso
cof cof *os maias* cof cof

“You either have my back,” Michael said. “You’re at my side,” Kai continued. “Or you’re in my way,” the rest of us finished. “Be Lilith,” the girls said. Athos pulled the Red Death over her eyes, all of us setting off as she whispered. “Never Eve.”
Holyyyyyy

“Take care of him.” He touched my arm, leaning in. “He’s kind of my favorite.”
“Ugh,” Misha said, walking past us, clearly hearing.
I held back my snort, Mr. Grayson shot his other grandson a look. “That one’s like me,” he whispered. “Too much like me.”
“So of course, you don’t get along,” I joked.
“Nope.” He looked after Misha with a kind smile. “I do like his style, though. I had a pretty nice black leather jacket back in the day.”
Please 💀




Morning! Smile. Or don’t. It’s completely your choice. Don’t let a guy tell you you’re prettier when you do. You don’t need to be pretty for anyone. Your value does not rely on my opinion. Damn the patriarchy.
HIGH SCHOOL WILL 😩🦋

“You’re going to remember this, Will Grayson,” she said, sounding all tough. “I blew your mind tonight. Even for just a minute.” She turned over, giving me her back, and I smiled, smoothing the hair off her face and neck. You’ve been blowing my mind for forever.
😌😌



"When the bus stops, get in my fucking truck." I breathed out a bitter laugh. Aw, someone’s lost his temper. “Why?” I asked. And the next thing I know, the bus stopped, he yanked the earbuds out of my ears, and I sucked in a breath as he leaned into my face. “Because you’re mine,” he growled in a whisper. Excerpt From Nightfall Douglas, Penelope This material may be protected by copyright.
👀🏃♀️

A hand slipped under mine, warm and smooth, and I snapped my head left, seeing Will in the seat next to me. What…? A lump filled my throat as I gaped at the side of his face, wanting to be raging mad that he was there and touching me again without my permission, but… He curled his fingers, gripping me, and…and it took a moment to get a hold of myself. Finally, I forced a scowl and yanked my hand away. Or tried to.
🥰🥰

He pulled me in, and I opened my mouth to protest, but instead of a kiss, he just pulled me into his arms, pressed my head to his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around me so tight, it felt like he was the one about to break, not me. I stilled, not sure what to do, but I could feel every muscle in his body flex as he held me and took deep breaths. And slowly, I closed my eyes, every ounce of fight draining out of me, feeling his embrace. It had been so long since I felt this. My grandmother was hardly lucid enough to hug me much anymore. My arms itched, wanting to touch him. God, I wanted to hold him. But before I could work up the courage to pull away or hug him back, he whispered, “I’m not like that.” And he pulled up, staring down at me almost nose to nose. “And I’ll see you on the bus tomorrow night, Emory Scott.”
I like this dude.

I just didn’t like old books. Third person, wonky paragraphs a mile long, and some dumb academic trying to force me to believe there’s profound meaning in the author’s overwritten description of a piece of furniture I don’t give two shits about. I’m pretty sure the author doesn’t even know what they were trying to do in the first place, and they were probably just high on laudanum when they wrote it.
Honestly though.