Aizawa X Midnight Novels & Stories

Alessandro After I brought Laila downstairs to Isa. Which Isa gave me a questioning look that turned into a smirk. I just shook my head. They left my club seeing they were both tired from partying. It is already one-thirty in the morning they had to head home as for the investigation about Laila serves me right she has work tomorrow.

says Ayame and holds Akihiko by his collar. “Um… I thought you were gonna wait for 3 more minutes?” asks Yasuhiro hesitatingly. Ayame looks at him with a demonic face and says- “Well, let’s just say my patience has run out.” “It’s been seconds though…” “Special move: Slap flux!” she says while constantly slapping and whacking his face left and right getting him to wake up. He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!”

So, Izzabelle trained her to learn some techniques on how to fight for herself, self defense purposes to be exact. Aiza was thankful for Izzabelle’s big help to her so she offered to help her carry out her mission. She voluntarily offers herself as her boss's substitute and a protector of her father for the time being. “Dude, thanks for your compliment, I am deeply honored... By the way, have you got the image yet? You know what to do. Sent it to me as soon as possible.” She commanded in a playful tone. She could always talk to Marcus this way because of their rare closeness.

Rows of old hospital beds stretched endlessly into darkness. Hundreds of them. Most empty. Some occupied. Ava’s breath caught painfully. People stared back at them from the shadows. Thin figures wrapped in old hospital blankets. Scarred faces. Hollow eyes. Children who had grown old underground. Forgotten. Abandoned. Still alive. One small figure slowly stepped forward from the darkness. A woman now. But Ava recognized her instantly. The moon bracelet still hung from her wrist. Mila. Older. Broken. But alive. Tears filled Mila’s eyes as she stared at Ava.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

I yelp and sit back hard in my chair, a snarl already rising in my throat. “Hey, hey!” Jesse snaps, putting one hand on my shoulder and the other on Midnight’s. “We’re going to be cool, right!? And you,” he snaps his head to me now. “Do not get to call her weird, okay? Midnight is very cool.” “Yeah, I’m not weird, I’m cool,” Midnight says, peering around Jesse, looking smug as her shadows fade away. I just stare at her, a little impressed with the immediacy with which Jesse has managed to calm her.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

MIDNIGHTS were usually for editing and non-stop reviewing of photos for Akira, but not on Thursdays and Fridays. Well… not since Gian had known the truth about the eye, anyway. It stemmed from a very unfortunate event of a homeless man lying face-down in a pool of his own blood in the street, after being hit by a speeding delivery truck.

I know that Midnight Moon is still in Code Red, the social media posts suggest that the situation there is just not progressing. Ariel eventually fled Midnight Moon again, it didn't take a fortune-teller to know that would happen soon enough. My sister and her mate are soulmates in the deepest sense of the word. It was pretty stupid of Zane to accept the Council's deal, it was only a stay of execution. Ariel belongs to Gorgio, nothing can change that.