Novel & Cerita A Minute To Midnight

Midnight came with the specific ceremony of ten people in two countries counting down via a slightly glitchy video call, which was exactly right because nothing about this family was smooth and all of it was genuine. Leah had champagne. The good kind. We raised glasses at midnight in the room and on the screen and said the things people said and meant them with the specific sincerity of people who had something real to celebrate. The year that was ending. Everything it had contained. Caden found me at the window at twelve fifteen. The city outside was doing its midnight thing lights and distant sounds and the specific quality of a city turning a corner. “Last year,” he said. “This year,” I s

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Which I praise. When we arrived at the mansion it was silent since it is nearly two in the morning. He directed me to the top floor, it has a black aesthetic and wood-accented room. It is sleek yet plain with no pictures. "Can I use your bathroom to shower and borrow any clothing to change?" He smiled, "Si bella, I will place it above the bed. There are towels under the sink. Don't wait for me bambina get some sleep because tomorrow the meeting is at six in the morning so that you can go to work afterward. Isabel said she will drop your things later. Only the essentials and your coverings for the meeting"

Hope would destroy me all over again. I walked to the window on shaking legs and pressed my forehead against the cool glass. Below, the gardens were still lit with those soft lanterns, still beautiful and perfect and completely oblivious to my suffering. The clock on the mantle read 11:56 PM. Four minutes until midnight. Four minutes until I'd be paraded in front of the entire pack as Damon's Luna.

Maybe, just maybe, the question why he was allowed to be given a chance for another shot of life would be answered by then. The sound that pierced through the midnight of the city finally came. It was feint at first. Then it came like a roaring thunder, shattering the eerie silence of midnight. No. it was not even exactly midnight yet. There was still a couple of minutes to finish the day, a couple of minutes until the clock ran past midnight’s gate.

“I’ll give you all one minute to make your decision.” “The countdown begins right now!” “Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight…”

Instead, I was staring at the clock, waiting. Just before midnight, my phone vibrated with a coded message. Short, simple, and demanding: Meet me at the Watchtower. Midnight.

The second hand swept forward. One minute left.