In Search Of A Midnight Kiss Novels & Stories

Black's area of expertise didn't extend into the supernatural world so I couldn't ask him to find out what they were planning. “I don't think they're done. They're going to come back for some more. The hotspot is the Night Crab. If I can get in there, then I can get information. I need to find out something before the police do. At least, it'll help me in my investigation. Meanwhile, I need your help. Mia's bracelet was taken. Mia is my-”

One broken. Inside was a single card. Midnight — Tower Spire 32. That was all. She stared at the note. Then reached for her lighter. The paper caught flame immediately—but the wax seal refused to melt. It hissed instead, searing into her palm before falling to the floor, unburned. She watched it. Then, low and dangerous, she whispered: “Then come and take me.” ⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆

"Can I return it? No receipt, but maybe store credit?" He actually snorted. A real sound. From Rivener. She stared at him. "Did... did you just laugh?" "No." "You totally did! That was absolutely a laugh!" "It was an exhale." "With tone." Rivener leaned closer, fingertips brushing hers as he tapped the map. The contact was soft. Unintentional. Maybe. It still sent a warm spark up her arm. "We'll go here at sunset," he said, pointing to a forest clearing marked with a crescent. "It's where the barrier between the physical and the spectral thins. The Sentinel may appear again."

His eyes bored into mine and I returned the stare, my heart skipping a beat as we just lay there for the next few seconds, fixating our gaze as if we were both searching for something inside them. ​Please do it and get it over with, Adriana. It’s just a small peck; it doesn’t have to last even a second. ​“This is getting boring...” before he could turn around, I leaned into a kiss, covering my lips perfectly on his. It didn’t even take seconds for him to respond, an arm already wrapping around my neck as he deepened the kiss. Our lips moved in sync and I held back the urge to gag as he licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I denied, earning a growl from him, but that didn’t seem to stop

I whispered. We stopped at a red light. My gaze caught on a billboard the size of a building. It shimmered, transitioned—and suddenly, the word blazed across the screen in white fire: LUNARIS. A high-end nightclub. The most elite. The kind only the rich, powerful, and probably criminal could enter. Even back downtown, Lunaris was a fantasy, the kind of place people dreamed of making enough money just to glimpse. The ad shifted. And then his face appeared.

K-19 followed me to the threshold, one clawed hand braced on the frame. “Eli.” His voice dropped, serious now. “If they find out—” “They won’t.” I met his eyes. “Not unless you want them to.” He was quiet for a beat, then leaned in, forehead to mine. “I’d burn this place down for you. Just say the word.” My chest tightened. “Don’t. Not yet.” I kissed him once more, quick and fierce, then stepped back. “Midnight.” The door sealed between us with a hiss. I didn’t look back as I jogged down the corridor, boots echoing, the taste of him still on my tongue and his scent clinging to my skin like a brand.

He seems amused as our eyes lock together. “No, I don’t remember that at all. My dreams have never revealed such a thing.” I feel completely appalled to learn that in the past I was promised to someone else, but it still doesn’t explain the curse or what it has to do with midnight. Not yet. “Well,” Ramsey begins. “At the stroke of midnight is when you two mated. That is the only other hint I’m going to give you for now. Maybe you’ll have sweet dreams tonight and dream of who that man was. You can tell me all about it in the morning.”

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

That truth had followed me my entire life, but I'd never felt it like I did now. Never felt it like poison in my veins. My phone buzzed against the metal bench. Notifications lit the screen like fire. "Injured Prodigy Kade Kingston Caught Kissing Mystery Girl" "Who Is She? Crawford's Golden Boy's Secret Romance" "EXCLUSIVE: Video of Kingston's Late-Night Kiss Goes Viral" I opened one. Grainy footage of us inside Venom, her lips pressed to mine, my hands tangled in her hair. The comments section was a wasteland.

Waiting for an answer. Or a kiss.