Midnight Confession Novels & Stories

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.

Sent! **** Buzz! Jenna's phone vibrated in her pocket. She saw that Kara had sent her a message. Out of guilt, she opened it. "Help, Jen! Klarisse imprisoned me in the basement. I can't stay here, it's too dark. Please help me.. Pls! " Upon reading, Jenna immediately shot from her chair and immediately went to rescue Kara. She dialed 911 and reported Kara's situation. The darkness is creeping, their whispers and manic laughters filling her ears. She was too scared to move, her legs were frozen.

She returned to the bed. “He’s gone, you can come out now,” she crossed her arms and the girl rolled out. From under the bed. She pushed hair away from her face and she stared attentively at Adora. “You know what will happen if they get you right? I believe I am not telling you that you need to run as fast as you can.” The girl nodded and Adora took a deep breath. She was about to betray her husband and it didn’t sit well with her but her conscience would hunt her forever if she did otherwise. She walked to the door and opened it slowly to peep outside.

////////////////////////////////////////////// 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 special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

His hand struck my face so hard that blood started trickling from the corner of my mouth. Waiters and customers all around us stopped and stared in shock. They glanced at Edwin, who was dressed in fancy clothes from head to toe, and then back at me. Whispers and looks of judgment started to spread. Edwin was just as surprised by Matthew's sudden slap. He wrapped his arms around me, his face full of worry. I saw Edwin's hands ball into fists, ready to fight back, but I held him back with a calm hand. "Matthew, always playing the innocent party, huh? Why don't you tell them about the time you brought your pregnant girlfriend home on Christmas Eve and left me alone in the snow? That's when we l

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

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.”

The candle went out. Darkness swallowed us both. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. All that remained was the sound of rain, relentless and cold. Then Paul’s voice came again trembling, but clear: “I slept with my sister’s husband.” The confession hit the dark like a crack of lightning. My breath caught. The walls of the booth suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker. I forced myself to steady my voice. “Continue,” I said, though my calm had finally cracked. Outside, the storm roared louder as if the heavens themselves had heard.

"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."