Mid Night Blues Novels & Stories

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

POV MADDISON The midnight storm battered the towering glass windows of the Blackwood estate's master suite, the heavy sheets of rain completely drowning out the distant lights of the city below. I stood near the massive, charcoal-draped king-sized bed, my skin still humming from the hot shower. I was wearing only a sheer, midnight-blue silk robe that Caleb had draped over my shoulders earlier in the evening, the delicate fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide the lingering, dark bruises blooming across my collarbones.

"It's past midnight." "I know." My own voice came out cracked, unfamiliar to my own ears. "I know, I'm sorry, I just—Sophia, please. Give me five minutes." "We already did this. Outside Blackwood Enterprises. I don't have anything else to say to you." "I do." The words tumbled out of me, desperate, unpolished, nothing like the composed speeches I'd rehearsed on the drive over. "Please. Sophia, please, just—five minutes. That's all I'm asking."

But that was before she stole my husband and my life. I stop walking, I am definitely lost. Defeated I sit down on a nearby rock, rest my head in my hands and just start sobbing. I lay back on the wet moss basically giving up. It’s getting dark and I see the light of the moon in the sky. It looks like it’s a full moon tonight. Usually I appreciate the full moon, a symbol of change, but I was too miserable to appreciate anything right now. I’m also worried I might have to spend the night out here in the cold, in soaking wet clothing.

A breath of relief escaped my lips as I flicked on the small light. I couldn't sleep and decided to come to the sitting room. I struggled until I reached the TV and put it on, a rush of relief flooded through me. The cool, bright light dispelled the shadows of the dark sitting room, revealing the nearest couch. "Finally!" I whispered, grinning as I picked up the remote and navigated until I got to a station I liked. I sat on the couch watching the TV and the scenes were that of nude men and women. I imagined Liam coming to the sitting room to meet me and trying to get his fingers through my night dress. I shrugged my shoulders,

My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as I strained my ears to discern any sign of danger lurking in the shadows. The air was heavy with the scent of jungle and dampness, and a chill ran down my spine as the faint echo of a haunting melody in a male voice reached my ears. Oh my God!! Ami je tomar... Meri chahtain to... It was a tune so mournful, so chilling, that it seemed to pierce through me, sending shivers cascading down my spine. I stumbled backward, my eyes wide with terror as the melody wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud.

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

ADY It's almost midnight, but our town and maybe even other places still don't have power. Even though the storm was terrible, Granny's radio, which must have been around my age and ran on batteries, was still working while we watched the news. The storm has completely flooded many locations, making them unreachable. The storm didn't bring wind, but it did bring water and rain that didn't stop for 9 hours. I was on the bed, looking at the candle on the table next to me.

He was a murderer, a murderer of women, who before killing he cut a lock of their hair, they were blonde or brown, brown, he did not have a specific taste, The midnight killer, the newspapers began to announce, was on the front page of THE SUN newspaper. A man read with interest what was published in the newspaper, he had on his work table many knives and scalpels, a hacksaw, bottles of chloroform and various substances for the preservation of corpses. He put the diary aside, he needed to be careful, he couldn't raise suspicions, people were terrified, they even believed in vampires and other fantastic creatures, like the fairy Banshee, he laughed to himself.

The Uber arrived outside just as we were walking out, my mom had gotten one for us just in case. After the short ride, the night was ready to begin. Thankfully, Seth was on good terms with the bouncer at the door so we got in without a wait. The inside of Panic was loud and full of colors, which somehow seemed brighter than they had ever before. “It’s wolf vision,” Leah said in my mind. “We can see in the dark. As the days pass, we are getting stronger. In a few days' time our full strength will be revealed.”