12 Minutes To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

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.

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

I purchased the book and read it, it was about the biography of one of the descendants, I found a place where she had discovered more about herself in a particular book. I took note of her name and sent a mindlink to Axel and Dante to meet me in the Library at midnight. When I checked my time, I realized I had spent over four hours locked up in my room surfing the internetnet for the slightest clue. I decided on midnight since it was almost time for dinner. I ordered the guards to send my dinner to my room.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.

And I closed my eyes… He stepped back. Quick. Decisive. Like he’d broken a rule by letting it go that far. “Go,” he said. “Before I change my mind.” I hesitated. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. So I left. The door shut behind me like a final warning. *** Lucien found me twenty minutes later, curled on a velvet couch in the lounge, reading a book I got from the library. It was a book about the history of the wolves.

"Stop watching us like we're a painting." "I'm not." "You absolutely do." She leaned against the counter beside me. Our shoulders are touching. "You get it when something is happening that you want to remember." I looked at her. "Is that a problem?" "No but I prefer it thoughtful." "Of course you do." She clinked her glass against mine. "Forty-seven minutes to midnight ." The acquisition is complete. Forty-seven minutes away. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Ask me at twelve-oh-one," she said.

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:58. Two minutes until midnight. The rose is on the floor. The ribbon is loose. Someone is watching. Someone is always watching. But now, we are watching back.

In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator. After a few hours, my phone chimes. I look up from my book and reach out for my phone. It’s a text from the unknown number, aka Lizzie. It reads: START GETTING READY FOR THE MOST ILLUMINATING NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. :) I look at the time and it’s already 11:00 PM. Gosh, I spent so much time reading. I’m kind of hungry too. I text back but it keeps coming back as unsent so I place the phone down and take a quick shower.

But every time I thought about how he died, I was in the middle of darkness, confused. I closed my eyes, I feel the water rushing through my skin and the tingling sensation of coldness. I was about to open my eyes when I heard gunshots in multiple directions. I stay still, I sharpen my senses and wait for what happens next. Many footsteps start to invade my ears, I continue swinging, not minding what will come after. Two people at four o'clock, six heavy footsteps at eleven while three other light footsteps are at two o'clock. The three light footsteps are getting near while the other changes its direction.

Ordinarily she would defend her chips with both hands and feet. Outside the twilight of the evening slowly gave way to the darkness of the upcoming night and halfway through the film I was slowly wondering where Nick was. The way he'd acted on the phone, I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd been here before me, but now he was over an hour late.