12 Minutes To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

Before my brain has time to process his words we are weaving through the crowd, trying to find a side door to sneak away through. Looking at the clock perched on the wall I notice there is only twenty minutes left until midnight. Only twenty minutes left until my life changes completely, but am I ready for it?

I try to stay awake as long as possible. Klevon and I decided to leave two hours before midnight. So, two hours after dinner, I went to bed and try to stay awake as long as possible. I hear the commotion outside my room. I place my book on the bedside table and cover myself with the blankets.

Encounters with people seemed a hurdle. The closing time of the bookstore was 7 pm, yet, he goes home near midnight occasionally due to forgetting the time. Books are fortes that take you off the world you know, off your hurdle to a place of adventure and discoveries of imaginary possessions; pals. Getting home, he unfurled his door and plunged the new book he picked from the bookstore onto his table. 'The Moonlight Slave' by Shadows. After plopping the book, he did his routine. Showering, eating leftovers, and hopping into his mattress with the book in his hand. He comfortably sighed and positioned the book on top of him.

"I already told Elsa that I'd be wearing rubber shoes. Damn it. It's going to hurt." I waited for the party to end while everyone else had fun. After thirty minutes, it was dead midnight, and I was ready to go home. Ice was running up and down my back as I drank the juice. When I felt someone was watching me, it gave me the creeps. My unease wasn't just my imagination, so I turned around to make sure.

My eyes shifted from her to the walls which looked pale orange-red due to the light from the ceiling. “What time is it?” “It's eleven thirty. Thirty minutes left until midnight,” she replied and realization slapped the leftover sleep out of my body. I had been out for that long?! *******************************

I look around to see Mr Mitchell and Lily around me smiling with Mr Mitchell leaning against the door to her room, folding his arms and smirking. What the hell is going on? I wonder and glance at my wristwatch. My eyes go wide with so much intensity that I get up against the bed. shit. Holy fuck. This is a freaking 12:00 a.m. It's 12:00 midnight? Already? How? What the f*** ........ I immediately spring off the bed and begin to rush up and down like a crazy lady as I immediately pack my books inside my back.. what the hell came over for me? I sincerely promised my mom that I'm going to be back home as soon enough early before ........

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

The keeping continues. He wrote the date: February 12th, twelfth year. He wrote the time: 10:37 a.m. He looked at Don, who was still sitting at the kitchen table, still looking at the book. The box was open. The other eleven copies were still inside. The bread Wednesday was two weeks away. The other Wednesday had become the day the book arrived.

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.