13 Days To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

"Daniel will hear it in the orchard and understand." "He'll hear the echo." "He'll recognize it." She picked her book up. "Fifty-seven days." "Fifty-six now. It's past midnight." She looked at the clock. "Fifty-six," she said. "Fifty-six." She opened her book. I turned the lamp to my side and picked up mine and we read in the quiet and the notebooks sat on their respective nightstands and the vows were done and fifty-six days was August and everything was exactly where it needed to be.

In the end, Willa can go back to being the CEO of her company, and I'll be the CEO of my own company. I began to feel drowsy as the sunlight bathed me in warmth. I took a bank card out of my bag just as Delilah was about to close the door and said, "I have five million dollars here—no PIN is needed." Delilah was momentarily stunned as she looked at the closed door. She chuckled softly and whispered to herself, "You're actually really treating me like a sugar baby, huh?" … It was finally the day of the cocktail party, and the banquet hall was thick with the mingling scents of champagne and perfume.

A wolf was a patient thing, but it was never asleep. She slipped her hands into her pockets as she crossed the quiet street leading out of downtown. Behind her, neon signs flickered through the fog—Open 24 Hours, Psychic Readings, Best Dumplings in the City. Ahead, the glow faded into darkness. A single streetlight buzzed above a cracked bike path, and beyond that: the forest. A black smudge at the city's edge, older than all its buildings, stubborn as bone. Most nights, Charlie shifted in her apartment or the warehouse she rented near the docks. But tonight something tugged at her—an instinctual itch beneath her ribs. A direction. A pull.

Chapter One The notification goes live at 12:03 a.m. Most people don’t notice it right away. Midnight notifications are easy to ignore—another bored scroll, another face glowing in the dark. But for the ones who do click, the screen opens to something oddly quiet. No music. No filter. No bright smile. Just Lila Monroe, framed too close, her face pale in the bluish light of her phone. The familiar background of her bedroom looks different tonight—messier, shadows stretching too long across the walls. Her hair is pulled back like she’s been running her hands through it too many times.

I slowly opened my eyes, the light of the brand new day was obstructed from the room as the curtains were still closed. It was Saturday and it was a good feeling knowing I do not have to get up for work. I stretched and yawned. I reached for my phone to look at the time. 7:23. I turned to my side and watched my loving Fiance still deeply asleep. He doesn’t snore. He was looking handsome and peaceful then. I checked his fever it was gone. I was touching his hair. Slowly caressing jim. One of the many things I love about him. He was lying on his back, shirtless, in only his shorts. I eyed him. Due to our busy schedules, it has been almost a week since the last time we were intimate.

It read: "Mr. Richards wants you to get ready by 5:30 pm. He intends to leave by 6:45 pm." She put the paper to the side and looked at the time on the wall clock. It was past noon. She still had plenty of time. What was she even going to do to fill up all that extra time? She decided to go to his library and she pick a book. She found one of the books she had previously tried to read. For some reason, the book on seduction kept popping up like it was something the universe wanted her to read. She had read it before but was only able to make it past the first four chapters. Ever since then, she had forgotten that the book had existed until now. With nothing more interesting left to do, she he

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

CHAPTER 7 307 days before my life was caught short The time on my alarm clock blinked red in the dark: 3:12 a.m. I hadn’t planned to stay awake that long. At least, that’s what I told myself. But the weight of the photo and the word scrawled on its back had pressed on my chest like a slow-building storm all evening. By midnight, I’d stopped pretending sleep was coming. By 2:30, I was sitting up in bed, fully dressed, staring at the window.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

Even if they were nutritious enough to give here some energy, she still wouldn't be able to do it because they had wolves, unlike her. "It's just a few hours." "Only a few hours, and then I'll be out of here forever!" She whispered to herself, turning to look at the silver clock on the wall, but her face was gripped by force, a rain of slaps washing all over her but she had already seen the time, and she counted even though she felt herself losing consciousness. It was ten o'clock, so only fourteen hours remained until midnight, when her nightmares would end. "Only fourteen hours, Mil." Just hold on a little. "You have waited for this day for seventeen tough years, but not anymore." Even whe