If You Like Making Love At Midnight Novels & Stories

theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear the

This is the first time in all my life that on New Year’s Day at midnight, I’m going to have someone to kiss and I can’t fucking wait! Ten… Nine… Eight (butt squeeze)… Seven (Loyalty squeals)… Six… Five… Four… (Loyalty leans into my chest)… Three (I cup Loyalty’s chin)… Two (I tilt her face to me)… One… (I lean in)… Midnight! My tongue explores Loyalty’s mouth as her tongue fights mine for dominance until she finally relents to me, like the day to the night and the night to the day!

“I want to hear you say it, Lila. I want you to admit it.” “Please,” she gasped, her voice broken and raw. “I need it. I need your cock. Own me with it. Please, Midnight.” He smiled. It wasn't a kind smile; it was slow, predatory, and full of the knowledge that he had won. He leaned his weight into her, pushing just the head of his cock inside. The stretch was incredible. Lila’s internal walls fluttered greedily around him, trying to pull more of him in, desperate for the fullness she knew was waiting.

The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that makes your skin tingle and your pulse quicken. It was my idea, really. As we lounged on the oversized sectional, feet tangled and laughter flowing, I leaned into Alex’s ear. “What if we spice things up tonight? Make it unforgettable.” He raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes darkening with interest. “Like what?” I glanced at Mark and Lisa, who were mid-kiss, and whispered, “We all fuck until the clock strikes midnight. No stopping. Welcome the new year mid-orgasm.” Alex’s grin was immediate, wicked. He pulled me closer, his lips brushing my neck. “You’re a genius, babe.”

A wedding proposal just outside her door to the man whom she wanted to get away with. Love and his antics. Midnight and his tactics. @cycy

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

“Because you’re in heat, Miss. It’s normal not to go out for the five to seven days it lasts.” “A week?” my voice shoots up. “I’m supposed to stay inside and skip work for a whole week? I can’t do that! I just started yesterday. What would they think of me?” “You have to,” she replies simply, placing the laundry on the dresser. “You don’t have a mate. Even some who do stay indoors during their heat. It’s safer.” I stare at her. “A mate? What’s that? Like… someone to fuck me?” Danielle bursts out laughing, the sound light and genuine. She shakes her head as she turns to face me. “Something like that, but not entirely. A mate is a destined lover. That's… the Moon’s choice for you. Your wolf cr

New York never slept. Not really. At two in the morning, the streets still pulsed with yellow taxis, flashing billboards, and strangers chasing things they couldn’t name. Dreams. Money. Love. Revenge. Sometimes all four. Ava Sinclair stood outside Club Rouge with her arms folded tightly across her chest, trying not to freeze in the brutal December wind. Her best friend, Talia, was still inside dancing with some finance guy who wore too much cologne and talked like he owned Manhattan.

If this is the mate bond shouldn’t I feel it when I touch him too? The song comes to an end and the minute he stops touching me the tingles disappear. “Until midnight,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my cheek. “What’s a midnight?” “A surprise,” he replies. I watch him walk away, confused. Why wait until midnight to give me a surprise? He looks back and winks at me before disappearing into the crowd.

It sends a message to readers in an artistic way, unveiling the part of the darkest secret of the mind, the evil intents, and the greed of an individual who experienced nothing but hardships in life. Moreover, the magic called love which can heal everything… for the purest love can bring light to everyone’s dark sides. Theoria~ Midnight Feast 2021 will be served soon…