Midnight Confessions Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

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!]

"It seems she's calling from a payphone near the bus station. How pathetic. Should I block it, or do you want to hear her beg before I destroy the phone too?" Gwen felt a flicker of the old plot resurfacing. In the book, this was when Kayla would try to lure the FL out for one last trap, but Kayla didn't realize she was dealing with a version of Lucian who wouldn't even let Gwen go to the bathroom without him standing outside the door. "Put it on speaker," Gwen commanded, her voice regaining the sharp edge of the CEO she had become. "I want to hear exactly how the Golden Girl sounds when she's lost everything."

“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.

I could see a level of understanding cross the faces before me. “I was hidden away when my village was burned to the ground and sent out to the human world for protection. I only discovered my true identity a few days ago and yesterday I learned an even greater truth.” I had to stop once again to collect myself. I knew I had to show strength but the truth was I still hadn’t completely accepted everything I learned yesterday. It seemed that I was out of time. “All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.”

Carolina kept her head down, old habits from the checkpoints, and didn’t hate it as much as she expected. Inside was worse: too bright, too clean, rows of pews welded from auto parts and trash, confessionals partitioned by cracked LCDs. At the front, suspended like a relic, a chained ledgerman perched. He wore black gloves, and his mouth was covered by a strip of some shining polymer. Wyn approached, arms up, harmless. “We’re here for confession,” they said, and the voice was so pure it carried. The ledgerman nodded. Carolina watched as his fingers tapped a rhythmic code onto the linked tablets. Wyn followed, Morgan and Lyra trailing at a distance, Carolina and Xander inching behind.

I absentmindedly drove to Rosemary and stayed sitting in the car, engine off, keys in my lap, fingers frozen around the steering wheel. If I took a little longer than usual getting out, well… no one had to know. No one had to know that the idea of seeing Ryan, of him looking at me with those intuitive jade-green eyes, made my stomach twist. I didn’t trust myself not to break. Not to confess everything I’d been hiding since yesterday’s letter. I forced myself out of the car eventually, taking steady breaths as I walked into Rosemary. Luckily, Ryan was busy. Not “typing on his iPad but will look up the moment he senses me” busy, but actually busy.

I reached for the remote with my free hand, switching from N*****x to the news. It was already there. BREAKING: Anonymous Leak Exposes Ravencrest’s Darkest Secrets. Dean Marshall Suspended Pending Investigation. Cohen Sinclair Dropped by Two Modeling Agencies Following Abuse Claims. Sinclair Family Loses Two Major Investors Overnight. Ravencrest Board Calls Emergency Review. The Monroe Family In Shambles. I dropped the spoon, my appetite gone. My stomach twisted as if the truth, now out in the world, had taken up all the space inside me. I had messaged the journalist last night, she had promised to make it anonymous. To protect ourselves, we had to act as if we knew nothing. Maya swore it wa

I bought a notebook on Thursday. Black. Unlined. The kind with no branding on the cover – forgettable, the kind of thing that could sit on a desk and look like nothing. It wasn't nothing. I started writing on the first page in the parking lot of the bookstore with the engine still running and my coffee going cold in the cupholder. Not prose. Not feelings. Dates. Times. Facts. February 14 – Bar. Rhys and I meet. Nobody knows yet. But within weeks of the deal going public, Caleb drops the expulsion half–truth like a grenade. The campaign starts.