Mid Night Blues Novels & Stories

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.

Every call ended with the same cold automated message: "The number you have dialed is powered off." Rather than searching with Marcel, Delilah returned home alone. Every corner of the house was filled with traces of Cedric. Model cars lined the shelves, watches sat neatly arranged across his desk, and plush toys rested obediently on the floor. "When I'm not home, let these little guys keep you company. Then you won't be afraid of the dark." His playful voice seemed to linger in her ears, as though he had never left. An overwhelming wave of guilt crashed over her.

Chapter One The notification goes live at 12:03 a.m. Most people don’t notice it right away. Midnight notifications are easy to ignore—another bored scroll, another face glowing in the dark. But for the ones who do click, the screen opens to something oddly quiet. No music. No filter. No bright smile. Just Lila Monroe, framed too close, her face pale in the bluish light of her phone. The familiar background of her bedroom looks different tonight—messier, shadows stretching too long across the walls. Her hair is pulled back like she’s been running her hands through it too many times.

he said. I look at him. “That’s not helpful.” Colin grins. “Alright. Real advice then.” his voice, a low whisper. He leans slightly closer so only I can hear him. “When the shift happens, don’t fight it. Most New Bloods do.” “That’s your big wisdom?” “It’s important wisdom,” he said. “First-timers panic. They try to control everything. Then, they turn feral.” I stare at the clearing ahead, where Ophelia’s chanting grows louder.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Amy As the sun filtered through the towering trees, the campsite came to life with a sense of quiet anticipation. A gentle mist rose from the nearby lake, creating an ethereal veil that softened the edges of the camp. The aroma of roasted pork through the crisp morning air, mingled with the earthy scent of the forest. Tents, like sentinels of adventure, stood in neat rows, their nylon sides shimmering with dewdrops. Birds, perched on branches above, sang a harmonious chorus, welcoming the new day with cheerful melodies.

EXTRA: Midnight: I should bring Ryder back before it gets too late so she can have her beauty sleep. Ryder: *staying up until 2 am trying to wash the paint off*

The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb. "Go to bed now," I commanded and closed the Tv. "Party pooper, the best scene was yet to come!" "I'm not sleepy!" And they started complaints, but in the end, they still follow me and eventually go to their room. I left a note besides Nate to take care of everything while I'm at work. I choosed to walked instead to use my scooter this time, the nighttime in the city is beautiful opposite from the morning, morning is a curse. I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself.

lab·y·rin·thine adj.\ (of a system) intricate and confusing. "I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be." ― Bob Dylan Laila After talking to Isabel, I called my mother. "Hey momma, how are you?" My lips trembling, wanting to keep my emotions at bay.

Princess Merlara is awoken by her sister with news of an attack heading their way. Merlara learns that an arranged marriage between her eldest sister and Prince Kaelen of the Southern Kingdom is their only hope for military aid. But when her sister flees, Merlara steps up, disguising herself as the bride-to-be and setting off towards the Southern Kingdom. Her journey takes a turn when her convoy is attacked, and she is captured by a mysterious and powerful warrior named Cerus, from the Eastern Kingdom. Mistaking her for Merlara's eldest sister, Cerus vows to return her to her husband to be and they travel together to the Southern Kingdom. But the journey there ignites something deep be