Ceos Midnight Remedy Novels & Stories

"You're the chairman of JewelMed. Of course I'm happy you're back safe and sound. "And the sales of our White Cosmos No. 1 oral solution have risen again. Several government units have even started purchasing it as year-end employee rewards."

"Seven tomorrow morning." Dom looked at the clock. 4:17 PM. "Fourteen hours and forty-three minutes," he said. "Yes." He was quiet for a moment — running it, the same calculation she'd watched him run all day, the board he never stopped turning. Then he looked at Ash. "Move the drop window. I want everything staged and ready by eleven. We release at midnight." "That's six hours to finalize the package," Ash said. "Then we work fast," Dom said.

“Silverleaf sap. Not enough to cure. Enough to confuse your instincts and slow your reversal.” Melody’s face goes hard. She already knows what that means: he designed it to resist the usual antidotes. Nate’s gaze flicks briefly to Melody, 'got him', then back to Rowan. “And the trigger?” Nate asks. “The crash. The fast drop.” Rowan’s smile sharpens. “Ah.” He leans forward as far as the chain allows. “That part is elegant. A small additional sedative, moonmilk, diluted stacked just right so the lungs forget they’re supposed to work.”

"I'm going to grab you a nightcap. Meet me upstairs." He nodded, watching me walk away. He still hadn't touched me, respecting the invisible boundary I'd set, even now. I walked straight to the bar, grabbed a heavy crystal tumbler and his favorite whiskey. I poured a generous two-finger measure. Then, I reached into the hidden pocket of my black dress. My fingers found the tiny, perfectly sealed gel cap, Dino got for me. it was midazolam. It was flavorless, colorless, and when taken with high-proof alcohol, it would make sure a deep unconsciousness for exactly the window of time I needed, about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. A medical sleep, not a coma.

“Aria do you… stand by me in this?” She swallowed, and felt her blood settle. The bond had anchored them, but loyalty was more. She caught Kael's hand again. “Yes.” He nodded. Lucien cleared his throat again. “A midnight challenge, by the moon’s next cycle.” He glared at Kael. “If you survive this… you earn the crown and Luna.” Aria clenched her jaw. “If anyone betrays” “I will wipe them out of Midnight forever,” Kael finished, his eyes steeled. “But we move together. No more secrets.”

"You are not welcome here. Your family destroyed pack culture." "We gave omegas their rights." "You gave them delusions." The guard gestured to Luna. "Your omega should wait outside." "I am ranked," Luna said sharply. "I am an omega with the Midnight's Mark. The Moon Goddess herself chose me." "The Midnight's Mark is a curse. It creates unnatural bonds." The guard looked at Derek. "You poor fool." Derek surprised everyone. "I am blessed. It just took me too long to see it." He stepped closer to Luna.

Dante; The sales floor hummed with the usual midday chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, the faint floral undertone of Maison Noir’s latest batch lingering in the air like an expensive ghost. I adjusted my tie and reviewed the order one last time. A high-profile client, one I was yet to uncover who it is, had requested two hundred crates of the signature “Midnight Slumber” perfume—our most exclusive line. The commission alone would look excellent on the quarterly report, and in my cover role as the sales marketer on duty, every detail mattered.

’ I glanced at him, tempted to ask if what he’d said about Lochlan and Jaclyn’s relationship was true, but held off, because that would mean telling him what Lochlan had told me. Kai pushed one of the two glasses the server set down at our table. ‘This is for you.’ ‘Thanks. What is it?’ ‘The Bedtime Orchid. A mocktail with chamomile and lavender. Helps you sleep.’ He pointed at my eyes. ‘You’ve still got dark circles. Still burning the midnight oil?’ ‘Yeah. I’ve got a lot to catch up on.’ Jumping from Mayfair Global to Velos Capital was a major career shift, and I had a great deal to learn.

I didn’t stop until I reached my room. Inside, I locked the door and went straight to the small wooden chest I’d hidden under the bed. My fingers brushed the velvet lining as I pulled out the last vial of the rare tonic I’d brewed months ago—moonroot, silverleaf, and a drop of lunar dew. Pure restoration. No poison. No tricks. Just something to keep Agnes strong.

A wide grin split his features as he looked at the two Co-CEOs. "The global meridian encryption is officially locked at one hundred percent baseline stability, Ave!" Leo called out his voice clear and strong. He tapped the glowing screen of his slate displaying a single circle of light enclosing their regional hub. "The midnight dispatch line is already clearing the boundary ahead of schedule. The tracking latency is at zero. The grid is entirely ours." Avery pulled back from Silas, a smile breaking across her face as she looked at her brother, her hand sliding down Silas's arm to link her fingers with his.