In Search Of A Midnight Kiss Novels & Stories

That's why Midnight tried to evade this one last hit before it was too late. Yet it seemed that Midnight had miscalculated the time. Without noticing it, he had already decided to risk it all and be willing to fall as long as it meant seeing his foolish, ruthlessly cute, hermit Ry. At that moment, when Ryder closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against Midnight's cold one and sighed "So cold", he knew it was too late already. Her warm hand left his neck and cupped his other cheek before it covered his mouth, touching his lips lightly. "I don't want you to disappear without a trace from my life. At least leave a glass slipper behind so I can find you."

Caspian nudged Audrey playfully and she blushed bright pink. Killian smiled and pulled Audrey closer to him. He knew that the time was already past midnight, but he leaned into her ear and said, “I’m not too late for a New Year’s Eve kiss, am I?” “Not at all,” Audrey smiled back and stood on her tippy toes, planting a kiss on Killian’s lips. Killian’s heart felt warm and full as the girl of his dreams was kissing him. He returned the kiss passionately, savoring her taste and inhaling her scent.

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

We finish the meal and I pay the check, and we walk out into the night with her shoulder bumping my arm on every step. My man on the corner tips his chin as we pass and I tip mine back. The street is quiet, and her heels click on the pavement, and the city feels like it belongs only to us. "Your place?" she says. I stop walking. Take her face in both hands and kiss her on the sidewalk at midnight—slow and deep, her hands gripping my shirt and her mouth opening under mine with the taste of wine and truffle and her.

" Julian nodded and kissed her quickly. Sienna slipped away from the crowd. She walked up the wide staircase, her heels clicking on the wooden steps, like the sound of her heartbeat. The noise from the party grew softer as she reached the second floor. The hallway felt cooler against her flushed skin. She pushed open the door to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. The room had low lights from a single lamp, perfect for recreating memories of sex. A large bed took up most of the space. Thick

I looked at him—at the man who was supposed to be my mark—and all I saw was a soul reaching out for mine. Before I could pull back, before I could find my mask, he leaned in. The kiss wasn’t like the stories. it wasn’t soft or poetic. It was desperate. It was the kiss of a drowning man finding air. His lips were hungry, searching for a reality he could finally hold onto. For a second, I forgot Noah. I forgot Emelia. I forgot that I was an impostor in a dead woman’s bed. I kissed him back with a ferocity that scared me, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between the lie and the truth.

“Wait… A few years ago. A woman… pregnant, if I recall right, said she needed somewhere no one could find her. Bought a map like this one. Had a haunted look, like someone running from more than just danger.” Before he could finish his sentence, I was gone. I launched into the air, wind slicing around me as I moved faster than I had in years. My heart thundered, she was there. I could feel it. And this time, I wouldn’t stop until I had her in my arms again. All this time we searched cities, major crossings, Council-controlled towns, but she’d hidden in the one place untouched by time. A place even fate overlooked. The next day was her birthday. The realization lit something wild in my chest,

the amber-eyed beauty announced and suddenly stood up. The sudden view of her beautiful curves sent a rush of heat down my body, and I took a sharp breath, standing up too. At that moment, the male voice from the speakers came again. "Ladies and gentlemen, one more minute, and then the countdown will begin." "What's all the fuss about midnight on New Year?" I asked just as she was about to leave. "You don't know?" The masked woman asked, surprise coloring her voice. "It's because of the Legend of The Kiss of Eternal Love."

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

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