Love After Midnight Book Novels & Stories

TWO MONTHS LATER °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The bell above the bakery door gave its familiar cheerful jingle as I approached the glass counter, scanning the rows of golden cookies until my eyes landed on the one I wanted. “The brown one,” I said softly to the girl behind the counter, pointing. She smiled, already reaching for the tongs. “One Midnight Lover, coming right up!” Midnight what? Me and Elias were a far cry from what you’d call lovers, though.

Now I understand how hopeless it that movement was. The wine I had drunk helped me to sleep. My dreams were full of them, Eric and that stranger woman. We were holding hands and smiling sweetly at each other. We were hugging, filled with happiness. And finally laying on the bed and were kissing each other passionately… That was a terrible nightmare! {•••} She had convinced herself she had lost him before they even started! That it would be the end of their acquaintance? Hmm…I don’t think so! Because somewhere in the universe, the stars had begun a conspiracy of love! All you have to do is follow the stars…

Hello, everyone, I am Nite Lucent, the writer of the book. Thanks for reading my book His Love. I have enjoyed writing it and I hope you loved it too. Everyone who has read the book knows how there was an atrraction and infactuation between Michael and Riley. So, now, I have decided to write the story with Michael Whitaker and Riley Bianchi as main characters and the sequel will revolve around their lives and Jordan and Adrian's ofcourse. I hope you will read it and love it too. The book2 will go live from November. I look forward for your responses, reactions and thoughts about the book. You can also read my other stories. To know more about my works, follow me on Instagram @NiteLucent.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

“Let’s see each other in an hour. Meet me at the campus love garden.” The love garden. Tucked away behind the old faculty of arts building, surrounded by dense hedges and weeping willows—it was private, quiet, and completely removed from the heavy foot traffic of the main campus. A place where secrets were kept and alliances were quietly renegotiated. "Okay," I said, nodding rapidly to myself even though she couldn't see it, a watery smile breaking across my face. "I'll get ready right now and wait there for you. I promise I won't be late."

She asked, obviously trying to shift the conversation. “Well I was searching for you. I got lost and I stumbled upon the mansion's library.” I replied. “It must have been stressful.” “It was, but luckily someone directed me to your room. I also found a book in the library.” “What book?” “Midnight Howls by Orin Darkhowl.” I replied. “Let me guess, you need me to get the book out of the library for you. So that you can read it each time you come to my room.”

For a moment, his mind drifted back to that unexpected kiss with Tristan during truth or dare, and he blinked, quickly shaking himself out of it. "Okay... moving on," he muttered, closing the episode and trying a different series. But the same genre kept popping up. It seemed this laptop was packed with nothing but boy-love romances. "Seriously...?" he sighed, before abruptly shutting the laptop. "Troy’s got an interesting taste," he grumbled, placing it back on the desk. As he turned toward the bed, his eyes caught sight of a book on Troy's nightstand titled "Our Sweet Melody" by Chelle.

There were no clues whatsoever. And then something occurred to her. “Read it again,” she said. “Slowly.” “‘And find the ones they loved,’” he read, slowly, “‘beside the fourth tip of the cross.’” “Beside,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What?” he asked. “It says beside the fourth tip of the cross. Not at the fourth tip of the cross. Beside it,” she said. They both suddenly, at the same time, turned and looked at the large, stone building beside them.

he asked, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm to ensure her comfort. “Mmm… yeah, baby,” Hazel moaned, her tone filled with satisfaction. “I love you,” Alex whispered, his movements tender and deliberate. “I love you too,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling with emotion as they shared their intimate moment. *Later That Night* The villa was quiet, its heavy silence mirroring the unease that lingered after the events of the evening. Alex sat in his wheelchair by the window, staring out into the darkness. His mind churned with thoughts of vengeance, strategy, and the future.

Strangers lingering just long enough to glance my way and disappear. It didn’t feel like coincidence. It felt like someone was guarding me. “I don’t know who it is,” I continued, “but it doesn’t feel bad. It feels… careful.” Mara considered that. “Secret admirer?” I let out a breath of a laugh. “Maybe. Maybe someone from the publishing project. There were letters before. Poetic, anonymous. They stopped for a while, then one appeared again—with a gift.” “What kind of gift?” “A first edition copy of my favorite childhood book. The one I lost during the move.”