Midnight At The Pera Palace Novels & Stories

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

“That's enough for today. Get some rest, it'll be a long night. Bye kiddo, I'm off to bed. I couldn't bring myself to sleep not after finding out I was living with two ancient creatures. What have I gotten myself into? *** By nightfall, we were back at the club. Lucien handed me a small earpiece. “You're on assistant duty. Follow me, carry things, don’t touch anything cursed.” I clipped it on. “What counts as cursed?” “Anything that purrs when it’s not alive.” Noted. Inside, the energy was different. Sharper. Bigger. Glamoured humans brushed shoulders with shifters everywhere. And at the top—like some untouchable king—Zane sat in the VIP balcony. Watching. Glass in hand. Shadows behind him.

"Is that really you? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me!" I frowned a little when I heard how friendly he sounded. The man was dressed in a sleek black coat that came down to his calves. He had full eyebrows, a straight, tall nose, and there was a handsome freshness about him that I could not quite put into words. Even though it was the middle of winter, he did not look all puffy. His wrist showed off a pretty silver watch. I knew that watch brand. Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew.

(Elara's POV) I guess fun is way more than partying like Damon hosts all the time. This… this is something else entirely. “Are you sure this is allowed?” I whispered, the words barely audible above the squeak of my shoes on the polished palace floors. It was past midnight, and the silence of the royal residence was almost deafening.

Sofia The Midnight Lounge was Moonveil’s crown jewel—a place whispered about in glossy magazines and exclusive circles, but never openly advertised. A single black door stood on an unmarked street, guarded by a man in a sharp suit whose gaze assessed everything in a second flat. Once inside, the world shifted. Amber light spilled across polished marble, the ceilings lost in a haze of gold and shadow. The air hummed with low jazz and quiet power. Conversations were soft but deliberate, a hundred little games being played under the cover of music and laughter.

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> POV: Mercutio Escalus The text came three days later while I was trying to study for a Pack Law exam I definitely hadn't prepared for. Unknown number: Greenhouse. Midnight. If you care about your friend, come alone. My first instinct was to delete it. My second was to show it to Ronan. My third, which I unfortunately followed, was to go see what mystery person wanted to discuss at midnight in the place where Ronan and Juliana had their secret meetings.

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!]

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

The message arrives at 7:42 p.m., just as I’m slipping into the black La Perla set I keep for him. From: C.H. Subject: Tonight. Overnight. Triple rate. No barriers. Body: 9 p.m. The Peninsula, Presidential Suite. Bring the red heels. Leave the rest to me. Transfer already sent.

“No, but I still needed you there. Next time, you're coming with me.” She agreed and I hurried up lunch and proceeded to get ready. Even while shopping, I didn't forget that I needed to get haircare and skin care too because I didn't trust hotel products. Elara helped me pick out what to wear today though and just as I had planned, by after noon, we were out of the house and on our way to her shop. “What is the shop called?” “The Dark Light.” Hmm, that sounded intriguing. I checked up her reviews on G****e and she seemed to have a good resume in reading palms and seeing people's future.