Love After Midnight Book Novels & Stories

“It’s alright, it’s who you are meant to be and I accept that. You truly are my fairytale and just having the chance to meet you is amazing. I’ll be with you every step of the way in finding out your future, that is if you’ll have me?” I felt a rush of admiration. How could a man this large and powerful also be so tender and accepting of someone he had just met? “We are his mate,” Leah cooed. “He loves us.” “Leah, you realize that is still strange. We met a week ago. How could we possibly be in love?” “The Moon Goddess chose him for us. He is our other half and we are meant to be together. It doesn’t have to make sense to your head Sarah. Your heart will fill in the gaps.” Leah responded.

Something he swore to remember forever after turning the first few pages. "Jumping The King. It's a comedy romance," he answered after checking the cover. "You forgot the name of the book you were reading?" Almira chuckled. "It happens to everyone. Not that we don't know, it just slips off our minds," he said, avoiding her eyes. Almira smirked when she noticed how flustered he was. "You called me, your highness," Kitanna decided to end the sweet moment. Almira turned to her with confusion, then cleared her throat when she remembered that she did call out.

I had stayed awake for an hour just watching her, counting her breaths, memorizing every inch of her face. I sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed the pillow, sniffing it and inhaling her scent. My eyes watered as the memories came in a flood. Our last moment together when I told her I loved her, haunted me. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. I missed her so much it was making me sick. My phone buzzed. A reminder notification. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. Birthday reminder: Bowie Reyes- December 18th.

She must at least say her thanks to him for saving her but he's gone as if he vanished in thin air. *** A girl was sleeping in her bed, one arm is positioned near her head, the other holding the blanket tightly. In the warm glow of her night lamp, he could see her restless features. Her forehead furrows every now and then, her head moves swiftly from left to right, beads of sweat slides down her face. As he looks down at her, he knew it is another nightmare.

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

she says, excited. “What do you have me reading,” I say, stunned. I mean after the times I’ve had with both Parker and Rafe nothing should shock me. But she’s 14! They actually put this stuff in books?? At 14 I was nowhere close to having extremely intimate thoughts about males! “I told you! It's called, “Love Under The Moon.” I’ve read it like four times, soo soo good,” she swoons. I gape at her, not sure what to think.

“It’s midnight, Cillian.” “I may have convinced a café to stay open twenty-four hours just for this moment.” “You’re crazy, Cillian.” “Crazily in love with you.” —The End.— PS: Please Alpha's Forbbiden Temptation to your library. Also, please leave a review for this story. *Bowing in Gratitude* Thank you my dear readers.

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.