Midnight Confession Novels & Stories

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.”

Midnight, however, refuses to vanish them back to the yurt and have done with it. “Let’s just go closer,” Jesse mutters. “No!” Midnight hisses. “We must stay unseen. Darkness doesn’t want anyone to know about me. I’m his super spy.” The last bit is preening. “Then just call him up and tell him what you’ve found,” Jesse sighs. “Or, better yet, never talk to him again and zip us back to Moon Valley.” “You’re being a brat, Jesse,” Midnight snaps. “You begged to come along and now you won’t even let me do my job.”

"I'd take him being stupid and in the closet over supporting a cheating, rapist, drug dealer." "I take it you've heard the preliminary notes of the investigation…" I glanced across the way to the luna of the territory where Midnight Park was. She lifted her glass, her eyes narrowed in fury. I nodded at her. "More of that noble solidarity?" Theodore asked. "It never ends," I said. "Midnight and Darkmoon are both being kept in the loop if you're worried." Theodore shook his head. "I'm just getting more pissed off… but at least breakfast will be good."

Her attire was almost normal but rather than heels she wore sneakers and Lynne rolled her eyes at that detail. "Good morning to you to my dear." Lynne greeted back "How can I help you today?" This is actually their code word for 'what have you found out?' to avoid any suspicion in public "I came to confess my sins." Midnight replied which means 'I have something important to tell you.' quickly Lynne grabbed her arm and lead her to an empty confession booth "What have you found out?" "They're planning on killing you tonight." "But why tonight, they could have done it in the last couple of days?" Lynne asked it took them a week later than anticipated

He slipped the phone out, shielding the screen. Three new messages. He’ll suffocate you, moonlight. I’ll show you freedom. You want to say no, but your body already betrayed you. Meet me. One chance. Midnight. The old library wing. Eliot’s stomach dropped. Midnight. The words burned into him like fire. He should delete them. He should erase Damien from his life before Theo noticed. But his thumb lingered over the screen, trembling, betraying the truth he refused to say aloud. He wanted to go.

He double‑locked like a rule‑follower and I cried in the kitchen in the quiet way you learn when you’ve trained your body not to make sound in an apartment with thin walls. My phone buzzed on the counter. Unknown. A new message—no file this time. Live at midnight was all it said. A link followed to a countdown page with a blank thumbnail and a title that read: oxygen—MIDNIGHT SERVICE. Under it, a description: Finally, the human angle. Watch. Believe. Share. The timer showed 00:53:12. My stomach tightened again, then let go as if I’d convinced it not to. I took a screenshot, forwarded it to independent counsel and Security, and typed: We’ll be there. We won’t feed it. But we’ll be there.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

She silently thanked God for this moment in her life. Roslyn and David retired to bed, but Roslyn couldn’t sleep. She fretted the entire night; Roslyn tilted her head to the side ad glance at the sleeping figure beside her; she reached out her hand and patted his back softly. David slowly stirred and looked at her with concern. He wondered why Roslyn was waking him up at midnight. Perhaps she has something to discuss with him. “What’s wrong, deah, you need something?” he asked. Roslyn was quick to nod her head. “I—I want water.” David knitted his brow he doesn’t understand why she’d to wake him up because of water. “Only water?” he asked, and Roslyn nodded her head again. “Okay. I’ll asked t

The Haunted Group As the first ray of dawn broke, Jack was already up, so he left the room. Sage woke up, she had a hangover, using her hands to touch her head, she looked around her, she tried to remember how she got in the tent, and that was when she had a sharp flashback of all that happened last night, she bent her head in denial, all she thought about doing was sneaking out of the tent and to avoid bumping into Jack cause she felt so embarrassed.