Freedom At Midnight Book Review Novels & Stories

“Thank you so much for telling us.” As the others talk, Laila deftly changing the subject to discuss the spice collection we got her, I conjure a big book that explains all sorts of issues like monthly cycles, how babies are made, male and female biology, relationships – all that. It’s the same book my mom gave me as a girl and which I think Midnight probably desperately needs to read. “What’s that?” Midnight asks, leaning forward to peer at the book as I slip it into a very pretty sparkly purple backpack that I think she’ll like.

“I have watched you for months, yes. But not through cameras or cracked passwords. I watched you through the veil. I felt the heat of your fantasies every time you sat alone in your room. Your need for someone to take the burden of choice away from you—your need to be owned completely—it acted like a beacon in the dark.” He looked down at her, his thumbs tracing the line of her cheekbones. “And now that you’ve given yourself to me—now that you’ve handed over your body, your pleasure, and your choice—you are bound. You are owned by Midnight. Forever.” The word forever should have been a death sentence. It should have sent her running for the elevator, screaming for help. But as it hung in the

“One night. That’s all it took to shatter everything I thought I knew. One night in a hotel room with a stranger who saw too much. One night when I thought I’d disappear afterward. But one night became a thread. A thread became a story. And the story became a revolution.” She closed the book and exhaled. It wasn’t an ending. It was the next chapter waiting to be written.

But behind her eyes something had changed. Something that had been sleeping for a very long time had woken up tonight in a mismatched café in the amber light with a man's warm hands framing her face and refused, quietly and completely, to go back to sleep. I knew, with an absolute certainty that settled in my bones the way true things settle, what I had not said out loud. What I was not yet ready to say. It would not be the last time. It could not be. I had tasted freedom tonight, dark and warm and dangerous, a poison laced with every promise I had stopped allowing myself to make, and the taste of it had done what tastes do when they arrive after long deprivation.

“Born as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” Opening the book and letting it decide by flipping its pages and comes stopping at a certain page. She reads those words as her smile never faded in between. With the clear picture of the character that is being presented, she once more giggles closing the book and holding it close to her embrace. With the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words t

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

I let my guard down for just a second. And that night was the beginning of this future - this dark, torturous future. Regardless of the events before that night, it was that midnight that a new world opened for me. One I wasn't prepared for. ** It was midnight like I had mentioned before. It began at midnight. I was in bed sleep - the day had worn me out. I had spent it reading books I found in the study about witchcraft since I couldn't see Hezekiah. All day was spent in my room, even though I was freed from that place. I stayed there, reading words that didn't make sense. Not only did I want to get my mind off of Hezekiah, but I wanted to understand Aza and this animosity towards witchcraf

The city that never sleeps. Charles Bukowski wrote, when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, freedom or loneliness? I'd wonder, how does freedom taste, to be free, to belong to no one but yourself? I use to long for that, for everything it is -- to fleet, to drift, to stray amongst lives and leave as fast as you arrived. I wanted to leave and never come back, never stay in a place for too long. I wanted to be free, to have a home in myself, so I left, and I built a home in me, with an unshakable foundation, and it is beautiful.

Sammy quickly responds in an almost panicked tone while she's still shaking due to fear. Sammy quickly receives a response, in a monotone voice she hears from the red being... "Your friends did this to themselves. They were given a chance, but the good they have done will never outweigh the bad! They are not PURE... Your other friends are quickly approaching, and you have 60 seconds to make your decision. Only ONE will see tomorrow!"