Book Review Of Freedom At Midnight Novels & Stories

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life, or s it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes. Midnight Feast 2020 FULLY SERVED! Midnight Feast is set on an imaginary world mainly within a place called the continent of Aghar. It encompasses the danger in the lives of humble citizens of Loire kingdom- especially the young orphan Layla, who fell in the hands of the ruthless nobles whose willing to sacrifice others’ lives in exchange for their own safety. Midnight Feast is a dark fantasy story with werewolves as the main characters. It sends a message to readers in an artistic way, unveiling the part of the darkest secret of the mind, the evil inten

The more I stared at it, the more it resembled a worthy instrument that would lead me to my freedom. My heart thudded loudly against my chest and adrenaline pumped in my veins, fueling my burning desire to regain my freedom at all cost. With a mind made up and ready to fight, my eyes darted to the fancy clock sitting on the table to see it was an hour before midnight. It was late, but he could still be awake. So I laid in wait by the door, the butter knife in a firm grasp hidden behind me as I counted every second with the clock, waiting to attack. It felt like forever but as soon as it struck midnight, I jumped to my feet and slowly opened the door. Luckily for me, it made no noise. There w

The future stretched endlessly before them—not perfect, not easy, but beautiful. Together. Always together. And so, the story that had begun with a lonely girl and a dangerous stranger arrived at its final page. Not with the hollow sting of tragedy, and not with the bitterness of loss, but with the greatest, most profound victory of all: A life well lived. A love that endured. A family that grew. A forever earned. As the night embraced the world, the Dream continued. Forever. THE END ❤️ Midnight Between Us By Josephine

with ease. The operator starts up the bull, and not even 3 seconds later, Clinton is lying face first on the safety padding. "OOOOHH..Face Plant! That can't feel good." Jimmy says to the group of friends as they all continue to have a laugh at Clinton's expense. "2.6 SECONDS! THAT MAY BE A NEW RECORD HERE! HEY, AT LEAST YOU'RE IN 1ST PLACE!...CAN I GET JENNIFER TO THE BULL NEXT?" the contest organizer announces as most of the bar continues to laugh as Clinton stands up and walks out of the bull pen, still stumbling slightly.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.

“Then we stop reacting like an audience.” “And do what?” “We watch back,” he said. “We wait. And we make them slip.” Outside, the night pressed in, heavy and listening. And somewhere, someone was counting down to midnight.

“Join me!” María’s pulse quickened. She knew Evie—or thought she did. One of those American girls who lounged on the beach by day, all tanned limbs and carefree laughter. The invitation was dangerous, tempting. She glanced around—no one. The sea glowed, warm and inviting, the moonlight speckling its surface like scattered diamonds. For the first time, María understood the pull of a midnight swim. She tugged her sundress over her head, letting it fall to the sand, leaving only her thin cotton slip. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, her green eyes catching the light as she stepped into the water, the warmth wrapping around her like a lover’s arms.