Midnight Confessions Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

No, this wasn’t right and she had to tell him. She had to confess what she’d been doing, thinking about him… Even if it meant he’d be disgusted. Jacob tilted his head slightly, a few strands of hair falling across his face as he studied her. “What is it, Mrs. Maddox?” he asked, pulling his hand back and waiting patiently. Seraphina bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering away as she took a shaky breath. And despite the fear, she forced the words out. “I… I’m sorry, Jacob. I’ve been doing something bad. I…”

All at once, like dominoes falling. Maya looked at the screen and felt her heart stop. Unknown Number: "You should have left the past buried, Maya. Some angels fall for a reason. Check your email—I've sent you something that will change everything you think you know about Eleanor Reeves. You have 24 hours to decide if you want the truth to stay private or become tomorrow's headline. The choice is yours. But choose wisely. Not everyone in Moonlight Cove wants the real story told." Maya's hands shook as she opened her email. The attached file was titled: "Eleanor's Confession—Audio Recording, September 2014."

POV(FIONA), Running to the beach, it was a hiding place for me, a place I let go off my worries, a place I can cry without anyone looking, my secret home, but now it was crowded, filled with a lot of people, I ran back to the Kitchen to go help out with the preparations.

" I was so tired of this hide and seek "Hey, sit here. " We sat on the stairs "I know you are worried about something. Tell me. Please." "It's nothing. I was just worried." "No, I know there's something." "You won't understand. " "You really think I won't understand you??" "Okay. But please don't tell anybody about this. I think I have seen Ryan. I feel like he is following me. I have just seen him." I told him everything. "Why did you think I won't believe you?? It's happening again and again. It can't be a coincidence."

It fits my schedule, helps with my mama's expenses in her recovery from cancer, and doesn't taint my reputation because of the mask I always wear. Ever since I started this job I was immediately known as reina de los muertos or the midnight queen. This is because of how I hunt my prey and how I kill them in the most brutal way possible. I never knew how exhilarating danger was if I just stayed inside my shell. Now I tasted blood, I never wanted to stop. My soul is tainted and it is irrevocable. Every mission I give to my mama's treatment and for my brother's expenses at school. This is usually how my life is every day. I treat people with care at day then at night, the underworld hires me to

“Madison, no—” But she was already texting. “He said he’ll be here in twenty minutes. Pack a bag. Toothbrush. Clothes. Let’s go.” Standing in my freezing, dark dorm room, remembering the doorknob rattling and the growl at my window… I couldn’t make myself refuse. Twenty minutes later, I had my overnight bag in hand and I stood outside Morrison Hall as Xavier’s car pulled up and he got out. He looked devastating even in the dark. My throat went dry.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

“I already regret dating a man who thinks body spray counts as hygiene.” Then she slammed the door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. For the first time that night, the anger faded enough for embarrassment to settle in. Two entire years wasted on a man dumb enough to destroy his relationship over cheap wine and bad choices. Her phone buzzed suddenly. Unknown Number. Winona frowned before opening the message. [Congratulations, Winona Hart.] [You have been selected for The Midnight Project, an exclusive immersive reality experience for rising creators.] Another message followed immediately.

The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially. Without a second thought, my curiosity got the best of me. I quickly trace the name horizontally, across the hundred dots, straightaway, aiming for the page number. “... and it's proof he doesn't agree. Don't you think so?” The voice nearing the door startles me, and I almost jump out of my skin, clearly guilty. I'm fast enough to slam the book shut before the door lightly creaks open. Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in.

Snow started falling before they even finished unloading the cars. By the time the three of them carried the last bags across the porch, the road behind them had already vanished under a white curtain so thick the trees ten yards away looked like ghosts. The cabin sat at the end of a private track, thirty miles from the nearest town, no cell service, no neighbors, nothing but pine and the low howl of wind moving through the valley. They had rented it for a college reunion weekend that was supposed to be light and nostalgic. The forecast had promised flurries. The forecast had lied.