Midnight Confessions Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

I’m forced to open it however, when there is silence and not even a gasps of surprise. I first open one of my eyes in a squint as I look at Cassie. From the rearview mirror up front, Cassie’s facial expression is surprisingly blank. I open both my eyes now and glance from her to Robyn and the guilty look on Robyn’s face tells me all I need to know. “You told her!?” I ask Robyn with evident accusation in my tone. Robyn spares me an apologetic look, “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to keep secrets from my friends” She apologies but I’m not easily convinced. I doubt her words, I’m sure she can keep secrets just fine when it concerns her business.

Roxy Hale spent her whole life being invisible until the boy everyone worshipped made her the punchline of a bet that cost her everything. Six years later, she has rebuilt herself from the ashes, guarded, independent, and done with love for good. She never expected her mother's wedding to hand her a new last name, a new home, and a new stepbrother. Cain Carrington never stopped wanting the girl he ruined. Now she's sleeping down the hall, wearing his family's name, completely off-limits, and he has never wanted anything more in his life. Every family dinner, every locked door, every stolen moment in the dark corners of Carrington Manor pulls them closer to a line they both know they shoul

Roth smiled at Tristan when saying best friend, but Tristan maintained a cold glare, immediately averting Roth’s gaze by hanging his face down to bend on the controls because he could not fight back the obvious delight he felt showing up on his face. “As per usual, we will start the show by taking calls and answering to some of your bed-problems. So, who’s our first caller for today, Tristan?” “Marissa, doctor,” Tristan replied shortly and connected the audio of the woman to the show. “Hello, Marissa, how are you doing?” Roth’s voice boomed over the show, taking the cue. “Hello, doctor, I am doing good, just not sexually. I did not know whom else to turn to for sexual gratification. I hope y

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

“But Sabine…she’s adjusting. Healing. Slowly. Rosemary has been her anchor God, that woman is relentless. She drags her to counseling, makes her eat, makes her talk, even when she doesn’t want to. And it’s working. I see it in her eyes. She’s still Sabine. Not broken, not ruined. Just…finding her way back. Connor’s her shadow, of course. He’d burn the world before letting her slip too far. You’d be proud of them both.” I paused, inhaling the faint antiseptic scent that clung to the room. My chest rose and fell around the weight of words I didn’t want to say. “And Caroline and Gerald? Justice finally has its claws in them. Shackled. Humiliated. The whole world saw it, Aaron. They’re not shado

It was a pattern I'd observed, his loyalty and concern bouncing between us with a frequency that left me unsettled. Kyran sensed the shift in my demeanor immediately. Leaning down, he kissed me, a soft reassurance meant to soothe my racing thoughts. "Don't overthink it. I love you..." he murmured, lifting my chin to lock eyes with mine, emphasizing, "You." With those words, he left, and I was alone. I was truly alone for the first time since my trust had been tested, and I had inadvertently sought out Fletcher. The realization that Knox and Kael remained unaware of my actions with Kyran and the looming decision to reveal the truth left me in a storm of emotions. The solitude, once a sanctuar

“Yes, I am done with my meal. Just finish your food, and I’ll find Damon if you don’t mind. “Okay, be careful.” I gave Prof. a grin and then quickly turned my back on her. So, naturally, I looked for Damon around our base camp. I think he should go to an area near our camp. I kept looking for him everywhere but kept my eyes on the Ruins. Its beauty inspires me, and I can see how it will look in my next drawing. The barrier keeps me from seeing what’s on the other side, but I’m curious. I turned around to ensure no one was looking, crossed the fence, and carefully walked inside. As expected, the inside of the Ruins is pitch black. Aside from the cold wind and the strange sounds inside, the in

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the Asylum... Some desires only come alive in the dark, when there’s nowhere to run. Tonight’s confession happened on a broken midnight train — where strangers stopped being strangers and gave in to raw, desperate hunger with no escape until dawn. This one is filthy, risky, and completely unrestrained. Here is the confession of “The Last Train.” --- **Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 1** The subway car was almost empty when Maya stepped in at 11:47 p.m.

Roman was focused on the colorful clothes. "It's okay, he's a shifter." I explained. "And of course you're just going to reveal my secret to every passing acquaintance aren't you?" Carter asked as he knelt down beside the bed that Rowena lay on. He didn't even glance at me to give the snide comment. "They are trust worthy." I said immediately. "Who said you were trust worthy yourself?" Carter asked as he pulled out a strange tube with a flared metal end from within his coat.

“Both, maybe. But mostly… I need you alert. And careful. Things are moving fast, and you don’t want to be caught off guard.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, her mind racing. “You do realize it’s midnight, right? I could be home. I could be with Ethan. But instead, I’m here, listening to you talk about… your fiance's plans.” His gaze softened just a fraction, almost imperceptibly. “I know. And I appreciate it. I also trust you. That’s why I’m telling you now.” Karline’s lips pressed into a thin line. “So basically… I’m your secret agent tonight. Midnight intel, corporate espionage, protect Reid Carter’s world from his fiancée.” She gave a dry chuckle, the sarcasm not masking