Midnight Books La Novels & Stories

She can hear footsteps in the hallway, shouting and cursing then she knew no more. It was black everywhere, making her succumb. Surrendering to the inevitable. *** Mia Jane had always loved the moon, the stars twinkling, diamonds in the dark sky, so calming and serene. She had made a point to schedule a midnight picnic every once in a week. Antonia was influenced to share the calming experienced, too. One night, they even fell asleep in the mansion's secluded backyard with the precious jewels guarding them.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

MIDNIGHT BETWEEN NEW YEARS BOOK 1 Intro; Every year, Thalia Rowan and Cassian Holt meet for drinks on New Year’s Eve. It started as tradition. Then It stayed as habit, Until It became something neither of them questioned out loud. They talk about work everything , life, failed relationships everything except the way Cassian looks at her when he thinks she’s not watching. Everything except the way Thalia always leaves just before midnight. But this year, she stays.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.

A wolf was a patient thing, but it was never asleep. She slipped her hands into her pockets as she crossed the quiet street leading out of downtown. Behind her, neon signs flickered through the fog—Open 24 Hours, Psychic Readings, Best Dumplings in the City. Ahead, the glow faded into darkness. A single streetlight buzzed above a cracked bike path, and beyond that: the forest. A black smudge at the city's edge, older than all its buildings, stubborn as bone. Most nights, Charlie shifted in her apartment or the warehouse she rented near the docks. But tonight something tugged at her—an instinctual itch beneath her ribs. A direction. A pull.

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!]

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

"A dangerous rule, Leo. Your father can never find out." "Never," I muttered, my eyes dipping down to her lips. The shared secret only made us ten times hornier. By midnight, my father was sound asleep in the master bedroom, dead to the world from jetlag. I was lying awake in my own bed, wearing nothing but cotton boxers when my bedroom door slowly opened. A slender shadow slipped inside.

He smiled. After a long shower I head to bed in Liam’s room. He is still on the couch reading a book. Its not long before I am settled under the covers that I feel Liam lay down beside me. I don’t want to talk so I pretend to be asleep, within minutes he is snoring. *** I wake up to the moon shinning bright on my face. I don’t hear Liam snoring. I feel beside me and he is gone. I hear his footsteps heading down the hall and the front door creak open and then shut.