Midnight Confessions Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb. "Go to bed now," I commanded and closed the Tv. "Party pooper, the best scene was yet to come!" "I'm not sleepy!" And they started complaints, but in the end, they still follow me and eventually go to their room. I left a note besides Nate to take care of everything while I'm at work. I choosed to walked instead to use my scooter this time, the nighttime in the city is beautiful opposite from the morning, morning is a curse. I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself.

Seeing the woman you've been dreaming of was being tortured by other people is so freaking painful. After I found out that Dylan isn't treating her right, I tried to steal her, but the fact that I was the one who caused her brother's accident scared me. I turned into a coward again. I let her suffer. I watched her cry, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I made my feelings clear to her. "Are you sure about your plans, Jacob? They're married. It won't be easy to take Samantha away." I nodded at Theo, determined to do what I wanted. I should've told her about my feelings a long time ago. This confession has been long overdue, so I gathered all my strength and swallowed my fear. I confessed to h

"Not exactly what I used, but similar. Bond manipulation at a massive scale." "How are they doing it without omega abilities?" I asked. "Who says they do not have omega abilities? The Enlightened—what if they are all omegas? What if this is what I was trying to build, but they actually succeeded?" The thought was chilling. On the twentieth day, Lyra came to my room looking shaken. "I almost agreed to stay," she confessed. "This morning, I woke up thinking 'why would I leave? This is perfect.' It took me an hour to remember that I have a mate back in Shadowpine. That I have a life there."

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

A man like him would rather move armed men across cities… Reroute schedules… Risk exposure… Than say the word sorry. I pushed the door open. Carrie was lying on my bed as if it were hers, scrolling on her phone. Shawn sat in the armchair by the window, legs crossed, looking around the room with a critical stare. “There she is,” Shawn said. “The woman of mystery returns.” Carrie looked up. “You okay?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “I am.” She studied me for a second longer, then nodded, as if accepting something unspoken.

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

“I don’t want so much as a fly getting in or out of that cell. Only three of us are allowed inside.” They nodded and one of them disappeared to carry out my command. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling in my gut, something wasn’t right. Cassara after five years of silence just shows up, cloak and confession in hand? No. This wasn’t redemption, it was strategy. And tonight I’d tear the truth out of her piece by piece.

The confessional booth was a small, dark wooden box tucked into the shadowy corner of St. Augustine’s cathedral. It smelled of old incense, polished oak, and the faint, lingering scent of sweat and shame. Father Marcus, known to his parishioners as a stern but compassionate man of God, sat inside, waiting. His heart beat a slow, heavy rhythm in his chest. It was past midnight, a time when no official confessions were scheduled, but he had received a private, handwritten note slipped under his office door earlier that day. It read simply: “I need to confess. Not during daylight. Midnight. Alone.”

Ruby's pov The address Logan had scribbled down led me to an exclusive high-rise downtown. The entrance didn’t have a sign, just a heavy black door and a security guard who nodded me through the moment I showed him the paper. My heart was pounding, and my core was still throbbing from the quickie on the oval desk. Carl was probably drunk out of his mind at some bar, completely useless as a boyfriend. I was tired of being lonely. I was tired of being sex-deprived. I wanted this.