Midnight At The Pera Palace Novels & Stories

They stretched the front with Edison lighting making it look romantic and mysterious at the same time. As I waited for the hostess to finish with the guest in front of me, I looked around and examined the restaurant. It was beautiful! Elegant but simple. My eye was drawn to this sexy god-like man walking around. He screamed danger but was holding a conversation with the mayor. It was like my body started walking forward on its own and took a few steps before I was bumped from the side and brought out of my trans. What the hell was that? “Good Evening and welcome to Midnight Palace, Your name miss?” The hostess asked, bring my attention to her.

She swallowed hard, and he could see the pulse beating in her throat just as he bent his head and covered her neck with slow, soft kisses. Horatia could barely breathe, let alone think. No doubt because her plan had worked and yet completely backfired at the same time. An hour ago, she had located the mysterious Midnight Garden. It cost her a pretty penny to pay one of Lucien's footman to tell her where the Garden was and learn that he would be there this evening. She'd arrived by hackney and paid Madame Chanson to secure her place as Lucien's chosen lady for the evening. She'd had to explain to Madame Chanson that her desire was only to spend the evening with Lucien. The Midnight Garden's o

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."

I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself. I entered an alley instead of the entrance in front. The blast of the music inside was already invaded my ears. Club X is where I spent my nights working. Lucas owns this place, he became my friend when I started a fight inside his bar. I stopped walking when I noticed something in the dark corner of the alley, a place where usually there's no light can reach. A two silhouette flashed, I heared a man screams who started pleading, it's not visible but there's a silhouette of two people in the dark. The man who keeps shrieking in pain was lying on the floor, while the other one kick his face.

Chapter 30: "Pick Your Poison," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 15 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 3rd Midnight of the Games ║ The foyer was dimly lit, candles flickering eerily on tables draped in black cloth. Masked guests milled about, voices hushed. An undercurrent of menace permeated the air.

“I can’t believe you just gave me permission to poison you.” “Bring it to my room when you’re done.” Almira stood up and walked inside the palace. As soon as she opened her bedroom door, his scent hit her. A smile appeared on her face before she could stop. Her eyes swept through the room, searching for him as she stepped in. He was nowhere in sight. “Dante?” She called but got no reply. His scent was still strong in the room so he was definitely there. “Dante?” she called again, but there was no response. Almira was confused. How could his scent be still strong if he was nowhere in sight, except he was….

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

The reality of how close he had come to death was more real than it ever had been, but at this moment, he was focused on the sound of their heartbeats. The tangible proof that life went on. He had made it out, and now he wanted to be here, present for them, for us. "I'm so glad you're here," I said softly, resting my hand on his. "And they are, too." "The asshole told me that he would see us on the bayou at midnight," he managed to say, his voice hoarse, each word an evident struggle. Midnight on the bayou. I knew what that meant, having lived on the bayou my entire life. It was a direct challenge, a threat that promised more violence and possibly worse.

And after Madison, Mila’s urge to hurt the ones in charge of the brothels has returned in full force. No, it was never gone. Following her gaze, I survey the Winter Palace with intense scrutiny. It’s nearly midnight, but unlike the other businesses in the city, the club is just waking up. The signage is a vibrant neon blue and pink. It draws young people like moths to a flame. There’s a line of people waiting to pass by the guards at the front door. Even at this distance, I can make out the unmistakable beat of music inside. It’s freezing out—I’m bundled up in a thick, long black jacket and gloves. There are women in the line wearing practically nothing. Skirts that graze their hips, heels t

Titiana had personally surveyed a few places in Crying Sun and they were pretty but it's boring doing that alone. Although Natasha still needed lots of time to rest since she came from a long journey today and will set off again tomorrow morning, nonetheless, to keep Titiana happy, she agreed to go with him. Titiana needs to be happy now considering how the traumas they had experienced lately. Both ladies informed the blind old man before they set off for the party. Barely four hours later, precisely 12:01 AM in the midnight, Natasha ran swiftly inside the house and called on Mr. Peller, who was at that time having one of the best sleep of his life.