روايات وقصص ضمن Midnight At The Barclay Hotel

"Would you like to come with me?" "To be bored out of my mind? No, thanks." Carly didn't even look up from her phone. "Good luck, darling." And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, uninterested and unmoved. Blake grabbed his keys and slid into his sleek black sports car. Thirty minutes later, he was pulling into the parking lot of the Regalia Hotel. He knew this place too well. What most guests didn't know was that the top floor housed a private bar for VIPs only, with discreet booths available for a small fortune each night. He headed straight there.

I whispered to myself, forcing my shoulders to straighten. I didn’t bother with accessories. There was no point in trying to look perfect for a celebration that shattered me. Just a simple, knee-length black flare dress. I didn’t want to shine tonight. I wanted to disappear. The hotel was close by, so I walked. The air was cool, brushing against my skin like a silent companion. Due, ever present in my mind, whispered gently. ‘You’ll be fine.’ ‘You’re stronger than this.’ She kept me grounded. I reached the hotel. The reception buzzed with life, laughter echoed through the high ceilings, glasses clinked, and music played. Guests from inside and outside Duskwind Circle pack mingled.

he teased. Her sigh was audible. “Quit playing around with me, Chris. It’s not funny.” “I’m sorry, but you know it’s true.” “Can you meet me at Bookmarks? It’s not too far from Grand Central unless you’re already half-way to Brooklyn by now.” Chris knew exactly where she was. The rooftop bar of the Library Hotel on Madison Avenue was a hop, skip, and a jump from where he was. That she chose this particular bar out of all the places in Manhattan made him

It felt like a physical touch, a precursor to what was coming. When Midnight moved into the room, he didn't make a sound. He simply appeared, a darker shape moving through the dark. He reached back and closed the glass door behind him, the lock engaging with a soft, final click that seemed to echo through the entire apartment. Tonight, he looked less like a phantom and more like a man, though that didn't make him any less terrifying. He wore a black button-down shirt and dark trousers, but no shoes. The sight of his bare feet on her white marble floor felt strangely, uncomfortably intimate. It stripped away the formality of his intrusion, making the space feel like it belonged to him as much

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”

“If you have any other work, contact me right away.” Barrett nodded briefly and watched John leave without saying anything more. The atmosphere returned to what it had been five minutes earlier and he remained seated. A few seconds passed before Barrett took his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit. He made a call. “Abram,” he said without preamble. “Tonight, at midnight, the usual place. Bring your team.” The call ended shortly afterwards. He put the phone back in his pocket. Barrett picked up his cup and finished the rest of his coffee in one swallow. Bitterness lingered on his palate as he continued with the rest of his day.

"Can I return it? No receipt, but maybe store credit?" He actually snorted. A real sound. From Rivener. She stared at him. "Did... did you just laugh?" "No." "You totally did! That was absolutely a laugh!" "It was an exhale." "With tone." Rivener leaned closer, fingertips brushing hers as he tapped the map. The contact was soft. Unintentional. Maybe. It still sent a warm spark up her arm. "We'll go here at sunset," he said, pointing to a forest clearing marked with a crescent. "It's where the barrier between the physical and the spectral thins. The Sentinel may appear again."

I just couldn't deny it, my brother in-law had this magnetic pull in him, deadly and intoxicating, that tugged at me even when every decent thought was screaming at me to stay away from him. Later that night, I slipped out of my room, my thin nightdress clinged to my body, barely covering my curves. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made me hyper-aware of every creak beneath my feet as I navigated the unfamiliar rooms. I felt my way through the darkness, my heart pounding, until I finally found the sitting room. A breath of relief escaped my lips as I flicked on the small light.

Adrian stepped close and kissed her neck one last time. “This is the last time,” she said again. But her voice lacked conviction. Adrian only smiled. Sienna unlocked the door and slipped out of the guest bedroom. She walked down the hallway on shaky legs. The cum continued to leak as she moved. It felt warm and slippery on her skin. She pressed her thighs together to try to contain it. The party noise grew louder as she reached the stairs. She took a deep breath and walked down. Guests still danced and talked. The music played the same slow songs. Julian stood near the center of

The club always pushed her from her comfort zone. However, it was Vincent’s favorite place to do business, so she was stuck with it. Brooklyn nodded to the bouncer and walked in the side door, quickly moving to find the bar. Being a Friday night, the place was packed with people. The night was still young at 9:30 pm, but it looked like they would have a hard time letting anyone else in by the sea of people. Two men in button-down red shirts and black slacks were resting against the corner of the bar, one with their forearms resting against the bar and the other scanning the crowd. Brooklyn wasted no time approaching the men.