Novel & Cerita In Search Of A Midnight Kiss

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

I start walking to go find her, "Gray, it's my birthday! I don't want to spend it looking for a retarded woman." "Midnight isn't retarded, she's actually much smarter than you. So much so that it's alarming," I growl in all sincerity and she gasps, backing away when she recognizes my wolf. God, this is not a good idea, so I take a few seconds to squeeze my eyes shut and send him away again. "Help me look for her." Gemma reluctantly agrees and we start searching the streets around the club. Fifteen minutes later I give up and begin to accept the idea that Midnight is lost forever and Angie will kill me.

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

But Daisy’s eyes were paused on the Dragon shaped tattoo which was covering a huge part from his left shoulder to chest, It was clear that he bore too much pain while making that one. After lying on her bed, she was tossing and turning as her nose was blocked due to cold. She couldn't manage to fall asleep even after trying for half an hour. She picked up her mobile phone from the bedside table then while cuddling Midnight who was sleeping exactly next to her, she unlocked her phone. Then after a little pause she opened the search bar and typed, “How to kiss perfectly!” Daisy fell asleep quite late that night. She opened numerous websites and read about how to be a good kisser but at the end

Nostrils flaring, I begin, “I am not the one creating the drama, he started—” But I’m interrupted by her savory lips on mine. And what was I saying again? “I don’t care about the wine. Just keep kissing me,” she breathes through the kiss. Damn. She’s hot. After five hours, we finally glide into the quiet streets of Midtown East, the kind of neighborhood where every townhouse carries its own stories—and all my old, wicked memories.

Noah and Ava, all over each other, kissing, looking like a perfect couple. I exhaled slowly and handed the phone back. Raven blinked, shocked out of her own momentum. She stepped closer, hands on her hips, staring at me. “You’re not surprised? Girl campus is losing it over their comeback. The comment section is literally on fire,” she said.

The girl – Midnight – asks, and I snap my eyes to see her looking absurdly cheerful at the idea. “If there is cake, I definitely want cake,” Jesse murmurs, moving to lift my chair back up and then scootching his closer towards it so he can be near me. As we both take a seat, still staring at each other in shock, Midnight growls and moves her own chair closer to Jesse’s. “Is she…seriously your mate?” I whisper, peering beyond Jesse at this strange little person. Midnight flashes her teeth at me as she takes Jesse’s hand in hers, the possession in her eyes and gesture very clear.

I WOULD HAVE KISSED YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT IF YOU DIDN'T DECIDE TO BACK AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND! She knew Midnight was talking about a kiss on the cheek, but a voice in her, that for some reason sounded a bit like Remy's voice, told her to kiss him on the lips and enjoy seeing him panic because of it. In the end, she had to pinch her thigh to bring some sense to her empty head and without hesitation kissed Midnight's cheek. The moment the soft lips pressed against his cheek, Jake felt his legs go weak, and he almost slipped. His face heated up, and his voice shook when he spoke. "O-Okay... I-I will leave now...B-Bye."

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.

He didn’t release me immediately, lingering for a moment, his hands still cupping my face, his silver eyes filled with a quiet, profound affection. “Midnight wanderings can lead to beautiful discoveries,” he murmured, his voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the room. And as he leaned down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was as gentle and tender as the quiet moments we had shared in the kitchen, I knew this was another kind of peace, a quiet intimacy that blossomed in the heart of the night, a silent promise of enduring affection in the comforting sanctuary of his arms.