12 Minutes To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

But my legs felt as if they were filled with lead. I don't even know how I made it home. I drifted into my art studio like a ghost and locked the door. Darkness swallowed everything. A tidal wave of betrayal and confusion washed over me. The chill of the studio floor seeped into my bones. I lay on the cold tiles, staring up at the ceiling, at a dense constellation of bullet holes. Souvenirs from two years ago, when the Moretti family paid us a "visit." Soren had held me as we hid in this very room, the sound of gunfire lasting the entire night.

The CEO’s Midnight Rule Chapter 1 The clock on Lena Hart’s computer read 12:47 a.m. when she finally leaned back in her chair and let out a long breath. The marketing floor of Voss Enterprises was completely dark except for the single lamp on her desk and the soft blue glow of her monitor. Everyone else had left hours ago. Only the cleaning crew and the security guard downstairs knew she was still here, and even they probably thought she was crazy.

It was the time most people would walk out of the library and would go to the book racks to keep their books back. He went back to his table with head down sad after about 5 minutes. It was his turn but oh well. "20 minutes more baby, then there's nobody who can stop us" the text popped. I will not lie my pussy was already dripping wet from the previous little corner action and imagining him fucking my wet pussy making it worse. It was 8.15 pm. The guard announced closing time at 8.30 pm. People dispersed to keep their books back, some went to him to borrow or return books.

She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open. “Is there a special trick to open it?” Her blue eyes observe every engraving in the thick book. Something’s wrong. The carvings on the cover of the book center on a symbol that is in the center of the front cover. Her ears caught the sound of the car entering the basement yard. She glanced at the digital alarm clock that was on the bedside table. Half-past one. “Damn it. It’s past midnight.”

the servant who kept pestering her said. At the same time, Layla felt someone lifting her body and placing it inside the cold, wooden box. Just like what the servant said, she fitted perfectly without her legs. Somehow, she felt grateful not to see her current state, or she’d be no longer sane after getting her body mutilated. “It’s five minutes past six in the evening. Approximately less than six hours left before midnight. Keep your guards up, we’ll have to protect the offering until the feast is done.” “Yes!”

- he whispered, running his fingertip lightly over her face. Around 1 am, all the guests went home, but luckily Maria woke up and managed to say goodbye to everyone. Then she and Juan went upstairs to the bedroom to enjoy their wedding night.

As always. She's now seventeen and her life seems to run out of light. She prepared herself. Energetic or not, she has to make it to school before it's seven o'clock or else, her teacher will not be happy about it. She eats a simple breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich and a cup of instant coffee, she even saw a mice dart from behind the peanut butter jar. Not that she minds of course. She did before, but now, these critters were her only companions in her terribly dreary life. At last, after less than fifteen minutes, Kara is ready to get out of that dilapidated house and head out to where activity rules every nook and cranny of the bustling city. ****

He just pissed me off making my blood boil. I prepared a lecture I would give Justin before dropping the ‘you’re in charge’ bit. In the throne room for a second I believed he would mark my neck… The window cast a moonbeam in the hall illuminating the walls. I felt the magic there. The summer Solstice was approaching.

These were all written in blood. The night drew closer and campers were all inside their tent when the hungry-looking beast walked into camp dropping the note he had written in the middle of the camp. The beast left. The night was long, the moon hung high in the velvety night sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the camp tents. Stars shimmered like distant diamonds, forming constellations that whispered stories. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. It was the dawn of a new day, the sun shone brightly making it a lovely day.

Zara’s POV: (Two hours before the crack) After the dinner I went back to my room and so did mom. I prepared for bed but wasn’t feeling sleepy enough, hence decided to read a book. I walked towards my book shelf and pulled out a book, the one which I left in middle a month ago. With book in my left hand I hopped on the bed and pulled the duvet up till my waist. It was around midnight the whole house went quiet and dark. Only my lamp was on as I was so immersed in the story. Then I heard a glass shattering, I flinched and immediately got off the bed.