A Minute To Midnight Novels & Stories

“I’ve made you breakfast, and some of Simone’s friends were already waiting for you.” Already? My brows lifted on my forehead. What time is it? Why were they so early? Do they not sleep? “Oh.” Curios, I turned my gaze to the clock perched on top of the bedside table and saw that it was already past eight in the morning. Well, I think it was me who overslept a little. My eyes zeroed into the other side of the bed and noticed that it had already been made and the blanket neatly folded on top of the pillow. I turn my attention to mom and ask. “Where’s Aunt Margarette?”

All because I ran one minute over in the bathroom, the company took away my $200,000 project bonus. My own boss criticized me in front of everyone, saying I was loafing on company time. Saying I had no respect for the new rule. So he docked my $200,000 project bonus to make an example of me. And in the same stroke, he wiped out my shot at the promotion entirely. I handed in my resignation on the spot. The next day, the CEO of the whole group came to me himself and begged me not to go.

When the party ended, it was nearly midnight. Everyone was in a delightful mood, having a great time. It was half an hour's drive to reach the house. They decided to have midnight snacks at one of the famous restaurants in the area. They ordered pad thai, chai latte, cafe mocha and empanadas.

he said. "I am tired," I said. "I am so tired of this house having another thing in it." He crossed to where I was standing and put his arms around me and I let him and stood there with my face against his shoulder and the clock on the wall ticking toward midnight. At eleven fifty nine he said quietly, "It is about to run." "I know," I said. "It is going to be fine," he said. "I know that too," I said. Midnight arrived.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • There's nothing I wouldn't do for YOU 𐙚 Mili gaped at the man holding her so tight, having no prior idea of what he might have planned for her. "The dress is on the bed and you have ten minutes," he commanded in a gentle tone. Mili's eyes were pinned on him. It was already midnight as the clock recently struck past twelve. A flicker of confusion travelled past her mind but the storming rush of excitement was enough to subdue it.

Midnight My name is Midnight. I was born exactly at midnight, on December 29, 2002. My last name is Lipovsky, although it should be Vosse, but that's a story for another day. I am 20 years, 4 months and 2 days old. And I'm a bit weird.

I defended myself lamely as we walked to the isolated corner where my pizza box was. I didn't want to leave him, I felt a weird attraction that I didn't feel before and- “60, 59,58…” The whole pack was counting. “Why are they doing a countdown?” I asked, looking around me to see teens with fireworks in their hands, ready to light them up. “It’s the countdown to midnight. From twelve am, you will be able to find your mate.” He winked at me. “... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” At the end of the countdown, fireworks exploded in the sky and the moon was blood red but that wasn't the onlything weird about that moment.

Like movement hurt too much. "Thirty minutes," Aiden said. Looking at the clock. "I know," Alaric replied. Melina's heart was pounding. "What should I...what do I..." "Nothing yet." Alaric's voice was strained. "Just stay close. When it hits, we'll..." He stopped. Gritted his teeth. "We'll collapse. Don't panic. It's normal. We just need you near us." "All three of you at once?" "Yes. Exactly at midnight. Always at midnight."

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.

A plane carrying a woman and the ghost of my child away from me forever. Eleanor watched me like a hawk. Her eyes never left me for long. She was making sure I performed my part. She was making sure the Blackwood heir did not crack. When the clock struck eleven, a strange calm settled over me. It was almost over. In one hour, it would be midnight. Michelle would be gone. The problem would be erased. We returned to the mansion just before midnight. The silence of the grand house was a welcome relief after the noise of the gala.