Freedom At Midnight Book Review Novels & Stories

I could tell that he was the kind who would betray the world just to be with her. It finally hit me. Selene, the radiant moon I once cherished, could choose to shine her light on anyone she wanted. And I no longer deserved it. I'd lost my privileges a long time ago.

“I already regret dating a man who thinks body spray counts as hygiene.” Then she slammed the door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. For the first time that night, the anger faded enough for embarrassment to settle in. Two entire years wasted on a man dumb enough to destroy his relationship over cheap wine and bad choices. Her phone buzzed suddenly. Unknown Number. Winona frowned before opening the message. [Congratulations, Winona Hart.] [You have been selected for The Midnight Project, an exclusive immersive reality experience for rising creators.] Another message followed immediately.

In that occasion, she looked pitiable for me. Having sympathy to those people who were destined to fight me, was just a weakness. I didn't want to show my weakness anymore, because it would be an impediment in gaining my freedom. At the same time, I realized that seeking for freedom was never been easy, it needed an enormous sacrifice, bravery and patience.

In the end, all I saw was the faint drizzle outside the window, the wind gently tousling my hair as it rushed through. It was a cold and rainy night. As I closed the window, I called Hayden, only to have my call rejected. It wasn't long before I received a voice note. "Tsk, she's so dramatic. I got her a fancy apartment, but she refused to stay in it and chose to return to that old neighborhood she used to live in.

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.'

She and the Smiths were at each other's throats like a wild dog fight. Matthew was looking at years behind bars. I had moved on from all that drama a while back. I had been busy launching the new game I helped make. It was all about love and getting even, and even though it was for a pretty specific crowd, people were loving it. Today, Edwin threw a big party to celebrate the game's success. Right there, with everyone watching, he got down on one knee. "You remember that last question I asked you in our interview? Got an answer yet?"

The city never slept, but it did have moments when it held its breath. Nights when the fog came early and thick, swallowing streetlamps whole and dulling the roar of traffic to a distant, underwater hum. Nights when the pavement glistened with recent rain and the buildings stood like silhouettes of forgotten giants. Nights when something old—something tooth-and-shadowed—stirred behind glass and steel. Charlie had always liked these nights best. They felt honest. No one bothered pretending the city was safe when the fog rolled in. The shadows lengthened, colors bled into each other, and every darkened alley whispered a story.

But I'd rather die on my own terms than at the hands of the Mafia. Without hesitation, I took the leap of faith, plummeting towards the ground with a sense of freedom I'd never known before. ~~~~ This is Garvin's (The Reaper's) and Sage's love story. If you liked You Broke Me First, then try out this story. I promise it has more plot twists, interesting characters, suspense and good background story. Book title: The Reaper's Prey. ~~~~ Excerpt. I thought I was free from the grips of Frederick, the man who caused me so much pain, but little did I know he would come knocking on my door the next moment.

And as the final vestiges of twilight dissolved into the depths of night, the pack stood strong, resolute in their fight for freedom, ready to embrace their future as one. The night air cooled as the last remnants of twilight faded into the backdrop of a starlit sky. Beneath the canopy of shimmering stars, Amelia found her solace on the deck, stepping away from the joyful cacophony of celebration. In the quiet moments, the world around her transformed into a serene embrace, allowing her to gather her thoughts and reflect on the monumental shifts in her life, her heart still echoing with the howls of freedom they had unleashed.

Freedom they say is one of the best things to be given, the right to do anything you want, to act as you please with not having to worry about it. Blue felt exactly that way,she had gotten rid of the man that caged her in the name of love, he may have been nice to her taking care of her in any way that he could but he was not what she wanted.