13 Days To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

“Okay, guys. Let's head to the study room. I've got something amazing to show you guys. Elektra skipped to the study room. It was a rectangular space with hundreds of books on the shelf. College was taking a toll on him, or was it his missing wolf? Alcinder reads too much if that's a thing. I mean, this is a lot of books. “Hey! Snap out of your endless thoughts”. Elecktra brought out a giant and rusty book. It had a black cover with gold writings on it and it smelt ancient. It was parched up in many places, it looked like it would fall apart if handled carelessly. At the other end, Alcinder kept watching me with curious eyes. What was his problem today? And Why was that look on his face? Jea

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.

My bedroom door was ajar, the fairy lights I never bothered to take down from last Christmas glowing soft gold. I slipped inside and shut it behind me, leaning back against the wood, eyes closed, trying to breathe. Ten minutes, he’d said. I looked at the clock on my nightstand: 19:12. He would be here by 19:22. I didn’t turn on the main light. Just the fairy lights and the little pink salt lamp that painted everything rose gold and dreamy. My hands shook as I peeled off my shorts and damp panties, kicked them under the bed like contraband.

The days that followed the club were a blur of calculated risks and growing desperation. They became reckless, moving through the city like two people who had already accepted their own downfall. There were secret hotel suites booked under names that didn't exist, midnight drives through the quietest parts of the city where the only sound was the engine and their own hurried breathing, and stolen hours in darkened offices where clothes never stayed on for more than a few minutes.

It was 11:45 and my fingers wouldn't stop fidgeting. No, not only my fingers, but my entire body. I was squirming in the chair and noisily tapping my fingers on the desk as I counted the minutes down to twelve midnight. I even willed myself not to blink because I couldn’t afford to lose this week’s online book auction on Stephen King’s The Shining. It’s a classic!

"What are you doing?" "Erh. Claire. I..how are you? What are you doing so late?" She stuttered. "I should be asking you why you're coming in so late ma'am. You left us alone. We were worried about you" I said. "The Library was locked, I had to wait a bit" she responded. "I am sorry if I kept you waiting," she said. She looked into her bag and brought out two books: Beyond Pardon by Bertha Clay and The Day of The Jackal by Frederick Forsyth. "These books would make my week, I had to wait to get them" she curved a quick smile.

He grunted, leaning on the chair. Zoey beamed, reaching for the zipper in her bag and bring out a large book, she passed it to him. He held the book, his eyes reading the title and subtitle. 'how to make a girl fall in love with you in thirty days (a month) by Roger C. Pierce' Alec grunted, before banging the book loudly on the table. "That's a month, I have only half a month," He sighed. "Oh." She smiled a little. "Sorry,"

"When the bells ring, the guard shift changes. The boy promised to pull her heavy oak door shut, but he is going to leave the iron bolts completely open." "How long do we have?" I asked, my heart starting to beat a fast, nervous rhythm against my ribs. "Three hours," Martha said. "We have three hours until midnight. I told the boy to play along. I told him to leave the bolts open exactly like she asked, so she thinks her plan worked." The transformation in the room was instant.

Millie says digging through her bag. “Alright,” I say looking back out the window and watching little ants of people walking around. An hour later Millie leaves for her first meeting looking like a sexy little businesswoman. I’m exhausted from the early morning flight so I turn off all the lights, close the shades of the windows, and tuck myself into the stiff bed. Normally I’d complain about a stiff mattress but it’s doing wonders for my tense back. I read another chapter of my sexy, filthy erotic novel and close my eyes to dreamland.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.