13 Days To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

Kimberly POV I sighed in frustration as my Blinklist app displayed the dreaded message: "To be responded to in 48 hours." Does this mean I’d spend the next two days in utter boredom? I’d already spent the past month after training devouring romance books, so the thought of a bookless night was unbearable. It was only 9 PM, and restlessness clawed at me. The house was deathly quiet. Helen was on her day off, and Enzo had taken his rare break too. Everyone else had somewhere to be, something to do. Everyone except me.

"It will take us at least thirty minutes to get back home and they said at midnight. By the time we get home, it will be almost eleven then we would only have to wait an hour. There's something I need to check within that hour." Darius nodded his head. "I'll say goodbye to the ex beta then. The rest of you can wait here." Duke let out a sigh and relaxed into his seat while Dean nodded his head. Darius rose to his feet and walked away from their table. I held the books firmly, feeling the frame through the cloth bag. I couldn't wait to read the book and find out more about the soil feeders. Everything I desperately wanted to know was written inside the book and the impatience in me to read it

Believe me, every little thing counts and you won’t know how many times I kick my feet in the air when so much love is given to my book🫣 Okay, I’m writing this short notice just to inform you that I’m a student who’s currently taking exams and will finish on the 13th of this month which is next week. I won’t be able to update the book daily like I used to so please hold on for me till the 14th of the month with double updates of the book till the end of the month as usual! The book is getting closer to the end and our big reveal is near! I wouldn’t want to leave you all hanging without giving reasons as to why.

The book published on the fourteenth of March. A Tuesday. Clara had chosen Tuesday deliberately — the publication day that gave the most runway for reviews and word-of-mouth to develop before the weekend, when the majority of book-buying happened. Anya had not been involved in this decision and had no opinion about it and was happy to defer to the expertise of people who understood the mechanics of how books moved in the world. She woke early.

The book was published in March, on a morning that was cold and grey in the way March mornings were. Serena stood in her study and didn't know what to do with her hands. It was not a small, quiet book. There was no possibility of it being small or quiet — not with what was in it, not with the years that sat behind it. It arrived the way things arrived when they were long overdue. With a weight that people recognised before they could explain why. As though they had been waiting for something without knowing they were waiting, and here it finally was.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Eventually, I forced myself to look at the ornate clock on the mantle above the fireplace. 11:47 PM. Thirteen minutes. Thirteen minutes until midnight. Thirteen minutes until Damon would parade me in front of the entire pack and claim me as his Luna. Thirteen minutes until my life as I knew it ended completely. Unless... An idea sparked in my mind, desperate and probably foolish. But it was the only chance I had left. I turned away from the window, my heels clicking against the hardwood as I walked toward the two maids. They straightened immediately in their chairs, watching me with wary eyes.

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

My day job at the university library paid the bills, but it was these rare books that kept me alive. I set the package on my wide oak worktable in the living room, the one cluttered with notebooks, highlighters, and half-translated scrolls. The rain pattered steadily against the tall windows of my small but cozy apartment. I should have opened it immediately. Instead, I made myself a cup of chamomile tea, changed into soft black lounge shorts and an oversized sweater, and told myself I’d dive in after lunch. I never made it that far.

"I don't remember you. Should I?" "You forget me every night." I explain. Mechanical. Rehearsed. Automatic. "At midnight. All of you. Every day I start over. Every day I introduce myself. Every day I tell our story. Every day we love. Every night you forget. It's been one hundred and twelve days. This is day one hundred and thirteen." "One hundred and thirteen days?" Damon looks shocked. "Of this? Of daily forgetting? That's torture." "Yes." I don't bother lying to him. "But it's immunity. From the Absolute. From dying manipulation. From inevitable doom. I suffer daily to avoid suffering eternally. Fair trade. Supposedly."