Midnight Confessions Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A breath of relief escaped my lips as I flicked on the small light. I couldn't sleep and decided to come to the sitting room. I struggled until I reached the TV and put it on, a rush of relief flooded through me. The cool, bright light dispelled the shadows of the dark sitting room, revealing the nearest couch. "Finally!" I whispered, grinning as I picked up the remote and navigated until I got to a station I liked. I sat on the couch watching the TV and the scenes were that of nude men and women. I imagined Liam coming to the sitting room to meet me and trying to get his fingers through my night dress. I shrugged my shoulders,

And at four I walked out to face reporters with a statement that would either start something new or end everything permanently. "I'm Grace Monroe, founder and CEO of GRACE. I'm here to respond to Carter Vaughn's press conference this afternoon." I looked at the cameras. "Three years ago Carter made a bet that he could make me fall in love with him. The bet worked. I did fall in love. And when I discovered it was all performance, it destroyed me. Destroyed my faith in love. Destroyed my ability to trust. Made me question every moment of our marriage." The reporters were completely silent. I continued.

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.

Her watery blue eyes are growing steelier by the second, “I said I would tell you when the time is right!” “You know people want to kill me? They probably want to kill every member of this group, too, now? Who the hell is he!” Robyn’s clipping pace increased, I followed. “This isn’t about you! He’s…he’s special, but it’s super new-” “It’s been two minutes since you left your last boyfriend-” I snap, immediately regretting my words as Robyn’s face flashes with pain. I’m being a bitch. I’m being paranoid but I can’t help it. If I don’t uncover rvery single secret, I’ll fall down another trap door. Before I can apologise, the front wagon stops.

But before they could leave, Anya stopped everyone and announced loudly. "Hey guys! Our party is still on for tonight but with slight changes; and Vic is going to join us too." "What?" Vic looked at me in confusion but I had no idea what was going on either. "Vic, don't panic. We won't eat you. I was supposed to drive Mo to the city but I need to get my bike serviced." Anya lied shamelessly. What was she talking about? She got a cool new bike as present for her twentieth birthday which was just six months ago! I so wanted to kick Anya in the backside for her pathetic attempts.

If he didn't want his identity to be known by Ryder, no matter when, where, and how they met, Ryder had absolutely no chance of seeing his face. "Is he a psycho? Why is buying a book about guns?" Jasmine whispered at Ryder. To answer Jasmine's question, at the counter Midnight talked to the worker. "It's for research." His voice sounded calm and collected, but only Ryder could notice traces of sadness and fatigue. Her heart dropped in her stomach as she suddenly felt like she was choking on tears that didn't wet her eyes but also didn't let her breathe. All the energy and enthusiasm to beat a particular ass from before vanished and all she wanted in those moments was to wrap her arms around