Meet Me In The Midle Novels & Stories

I can’t believe this. I grin as I type back. Jordan: What can I say? I have a mom-charm superpower. Miley: Don’t push your luck. Miley: …But hey. You doing anything later? Jordan: Nope. You? Miley: Meet me at Crescent Street, 5pm. Dress comfortably. Miley: No questions asked. I chuckle. Of course she’d plan something mysterious. And of course, I’d go. ⸻

"If you don’t mind, can we meet? It would be better to talk face to face. I’m outside your house, but I just learned you don’t live there!" I leaned against the balcony railing, letting my gaze drift over the streets below, fingers brushing the smooth surface. The air was crisp, carrying distant sounds of the city waking. "That’s right. I’m not home. How about meeting at Violet Café in City X?" "Sure. Let’s meet around ten," she replied, her voice carrying a quiet authority, yet not without patience.

Instead, I was staring at the clock, waiting. Just before midnight, my phone vibrated with a coded message. Short, simple, and demanding: Meet me at the Watchtower. Midnight.

“We need to meet. And immediately. Meet me at the clearing to the end of the forest by twelve tonight. We have a lot to talk about.” With that, I dropped the call.

"But, I can do it." "You can?" "For the right price." "Which is?" "I'm not telling you over the phone, Marlon, we have to meet like civil people! Let's meet at Gills restaurant." I twist my nose in contempt. She just wants another opportunity to see me. She makes me sick to my stomach. "Let's not even pretend that we are meeting on a light note, Bernice. Meet me under the Densberry bridge. It's a more suitable location for the occasion."

He stormed out, slamming the door so hard that a picture frame fell off my nightstand. Just then I got a buzz alert from my phone Meet me at the old boathouse at midnight. Come alone, Maldie. We have much more to discuss” I looked at the clock. 11:30 PM…….. Unknown number……. Not from Julian nor from David who could that be…..

I just couldn’t “Meet me at the park. I need to tell you something,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. There was silence on the other end when I said that, a happy silence. “For real?” He asked a hint of excitement in his tone. “Meet me at the crimson park. ” I repeated, hanging up at once as I prepared to face the truth and also to face him.

So please give me her contact if you can,' I said, hoping that was enough explanation. ‘Stay by your phone. I will call you back,’ Midas said then dropped the call. I sat there waiting for almost three minutes before my phone rang again, and Midas St Clair called me back. ‘Meet us at St Clair Hotels on Ray Street in an hour,’ Midas said. ‘That is fine by me,’ I said. ‘Just so you know, she wouldn't be alone, I will be there with her,’ Midas said. ‘No problem,' I said and dropped the call.

“And when the goose comes home to roost, I’ll make sure you’re in the front row.” I turn before she can answer, walking back toward the building. My heart is pounding, but not from fear—from the rush of knowing I rattled her. She didn’t even realize she gave me something just now. When I’m inside, I finally pull my phone out again. My thumbs hover over the screen before I type: Where do we meet? The reply comes almost instantly. Same place as before. Midnight. Perfect. I glance at the glass doors. Through them, I can still see Emily standing there, watching me leave like she can’t decide whether she’s won or lost.

I stopped near a bench and sat down to catch my breath. I checked the message. It was from Douglas. Douglas: Mind if we meet today? I stared at the screen for a moment. This was my chance. I wanted to take things slow, but if this was how things were meant to go, then I would definitely go along with it. Me: No, I don’t mind. Douglas: Great! Midnight Café, across Downhill Mountain. See you by 10 a.m. I stared at the message for a few seconds. Then I slipped my phone back into my pocket, let out a quiet breath, and continued jogging.