Romans & histoires Midnight Books La

MIDNIGHT ******* Vinnie and his crew navigated the midnight streets. The lab had been a ticking time bomb, a fortress of secrets that they had infiltrated. But as chaos erupted and fire consumed the evidence of their illicit operations, they made their escape, determined to reach their usual hideout in the forgotten warehouse at the edge of town—a place where shadows masked their darkest deeds and provided a sanctuary from law enforcement.

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

As we step out into the library hallway, the moon slides out from behind a cloud, casting long shadows on the floor. And somewhere in the darkness, I swear I can hear a clock starting to tick. Midnight is coming.

The penthouse was quiet in a way it rarely was. No urgent calls. No flashing headlines. No arguments lingering in the air. Just the soft hum of the city far below and the gentle glow of a single lamp in the master bedroom. Elena lay curled against Damian’s chest, both of them naked under the silk sheets, the remnants of their earlier passionate reconciliation still warm on their skin. It was well past midnight, but neither of them wanted to sleep. Damian’s fingers traced slow, lazy patterns along her spine. For once, there was no rush, no dominance pushing for the next round. Just the steady beat of his heart under her ear and the rare vulnerability in his voice when he finally spoke.

Visa Application denied. Leah was silent for a while, watching me with furrowed brows. Then, as the clock ticked past eleven at night, she perked up as if an idea had sparked. “Wait,” she said, eyes brightening. “What if you try at midnight? I have heard of midnights magic.” I blinked at her, tired. “Midnight?” “Yeah. I read somewhere that sometimes the system refreshes at odd hours. Midnight sounds like… I don’t know, magic time?”

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.

Justin casually walked in expression blankly bored. The room was decorated with greens and embroidered in silver. A lush king sized bed with books littering the floor. “Liam and Eddy’s room. Don't suggest you visit. He hates being disturbed.” Justin warned closing the door. “Oh, and don't borrow any of his books.” “Liam?” His eyes sharpened, “Forget I said that.” “Why?” I cocked my head smile forming in a way I learned made his blood boil. He sighed as we continued to the next door, “Liam left. So don't go about bringing it up.”

DAWN I am looking into the spirit well in the Moon goddess garden, and feel Midnight sit next to me. “The heat is over. They are sleeping now.” Midnight says. “That’s good.” “She didn’t get pregnant.” She says calmly. “That might be for the best right now, I think trouble is coming,” I tell her. “OH?” She asks. “Some daughter of an Alpha are going to visit, they were good friends as kids until she tried to get our mates,” I tell her, and Midnight growls.

Midnight, “Who remembered me so late at night?” I wondered. I opened the message. The number was unknown to me. The message was saying: ‘What are you doing?’ “Are they kidding me? What could I do for such an hour?” I thought. “Anyway, I will answer, and I will see.” I answered: “I am out grazing the sheep.” I waited for a little while, and the answer came: “That is funny. Are you going to milk it too? I mean, if you are okay.”

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.