A Minute To Midnight Mga Nobela at Kwento

The man who said my name like he was tasting it. I lift the sleeve of the hoodie to my nose. His smell is still there. Faint now. Mixed with my own smell. But still there. My phone is on the pillow next to me. I must have fallen asleep texting Amina. I pick it up. Our conversation is still open. The last message is from her, sent at 2 AM. Okay I have thought about it. I have decided I approve. But I need to meet him. And if he hurts you I will end him. Goodnight.

Ryder thought this was a practical solution. However, Jake had other thoughts. "Is this... Is this why you decided to call me Midnight?" He asked bewildered. Did this girl really name him after the time of the night she would kick him off her house? "All of the three times you showed up at midnight. That's why." As soon as she explained it, Ryder walked inside the house and locked the door behind her. EXTRA: Jake at home: *opens the "Who killed Midnight* document on his laptop*

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

We had four more hours until midnight. “Can we do it now?” I whispered.

Slowly, I noticed that his smile faded and I wondered why. "You just arrived?" He asked and I felt he's not greeting me warmly. "Yeah.. like a couple of minutes." "Wanna try some food?" He asked and I nodded. I followed him but I noticed it wasn't a good idea to wear heels here. My pointy heels kept going into the soil. "You're done judging?" "They're preparing for round 2, it will start in an hour." Leon answered and I nodded. He led me to one of the tables and gave me a clean spoon.

It's like there are some people in this world, whose presence itself makes it easier for us. I finally reached my aunt's place and was amazed by the natural beauty of it . It was a cosy warm place in the amidst of the mountains and a magnificent lake. I was in love with the place , and I was going to have a blast. That night aunt and I made pizza together and danced all night to the "MAP OF THE SOUL" album. Aunt Adele is a 20 year old trapped inside a 45 years old body.

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.

MAX I'd been sat here for the past half hour, watching the wall clock tick towards midnight like a guillotine blade inching closer to its drop. The house was deathly silent, except for the sound of my finger tapping the granite countertop in sync with the clock's minute movement. Waiting. Patiently waiting. Eyes aimed straight for the stairs… …Until the time finally came. Right on cue, moment after midnight, a little rustle came from upstairs, followed the creak of an opening door, footsteps across the landing… and eventually the staircase.

A single message had appeared on the screen, its words like a dagger to my heart: “Come alone. Midnight. Or he dies.” The clock on the wall read 11:23 PM. I had thirty-seven minutes to make the hardest decision of my life.

Adding another crazy thing to the list wouldn’t even matter anymore. ‘I’m in. Pick me up at midnight.’