Midnight Confessions Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

until she was sure that she could trust him, then she would gladly tell him. “I don’t have any secret identity. where did you get that idea from? Wesley are you watching too many movies? I am just Caroline Morgan running two companies, nothing more “she explained, hoping that the man would be convinced. “Are you sure? Are you really telling me the truth?” he asked. “Of course. Can we stop chatting. I am tired and I want to sleep. Both of us have had a long day, okay” Caroline cut him short because she was sure that if they continued with this conversation, her nervous voice was going to betray her .

Clarice O’Neil worked part-time at the shoe factory, and was twenty-three years old and married with three small children when she vanished. Staring out the bus window, watching the heavily wooded surroundings pass by, my mind is a blur of thoughts. Dwelling on Mr. O’Neil’s final words to me, I sink back into the memories of the past few years once again. Forgive them, even if they’re undeserving of it. Find a way to forgive them for your own peace and reconciliation. Have I forgiven Randy? Should I? In particular, after what I learned and all that happened during the following months after finding Randy and Katie in bed together. Would I come to regret my final decision and behavior later o

She let him be and he walked away, she approached Taylor and Conrad. Conrad stares at her and he knows he hasn't seen this face in camp, she speaks to him while Taylor smiles. "I'm Amy and I arrived at camp today" "I'm Conrad, it's my pleasure to meet you". They exchange greetings. Taylor tells Conrad about the written note and that Amy knows about it too, so he agrees to join them and help them out while they are still talking, Mr. Brown comes back again to continue eavesdropping, and unfortunately for him, they end their conversation, and head to their various tents, he leaves hastily to not be seen by them. He was weary and anger grew in him all he could think was how to eliminate Conrad

They hop in and after a little instructions from Jenna, they went on their way. She dropped her exactly on the sidewalk near her house. She could see her house, the lights were all off, a sign that nobody's home yet. Maybe Klarisse and Kendra had eaten away as she looked at the garage and the car was not parked there. It was past 11 o'clock. She bids goodbye to Jenna, wishing her a good night's rest. She waited until the car got lost in her vision as it went on the curb. She inhaled the fresh cold evening air and appreciated the lush crown of the acacia tree where she stood. She sighed, contemplating the incidents that happened to her this day. It was a day indeed. Finally, she went towards

Normally, Ray would come to my apartment and lend me his car, but since I moved to Geoff's house, I decided to drive to the cafè and meet him there. The drive was 10 minutes and I spotted Ray's graying hair. I got out of my car and went to him. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and gave me my camera. "The wife, Mrs. Carlisle is at Jameson's. I need you to get her handwriting without making it too suspicious. I also need you to record you giving her money and she giving you drugs. At any cost, do not make your face recognizable to the camera. Cover it at all times." Ray never told me why because of confidentiality and all that.

"Mom, Clara sold our company secrets and still dares to join the contest." She pulled out a magazine, pointing to the rival's early spring collection. The designs were identical to mine. Ruth, who valued the company above everything else, panicked upon seeing this.

And then the video cut to black. --- Five Minutes to Midnight Sonia sat on her bed, staring at the frozen screen. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. It was about pulling the whole house of secrets down with her. The Cartel wanted silence. But what if she gave them something louder than a confession? What if she gave them a truth they couldn’t un-hear? Five minutes to midnight. The next match was hers to light.

"Midnight, at the old library. Bring what you can.” I spent the hours until then in restless prayer or what passed for prayer these days. My vocation had never felt more like a lie. I had entered this convent seeking revenge for my father. Now I was falling for the son of the man responsible. The irony tasted like ash. The old library at midnight was a place of ghosts. Moonlight slanted through the high windows, illuminating dust motes that danced like tiny spirits. Jordan was already there, a single shielded lantern on the table in front of him.

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

CHAPTER 1 CHASING THE HANDSOME CARPENTER Chatrine Madison officially ruined her perfect life at exactly nine o’clock in the morning, in the heart of New York City. “This is my resignation letter.” The forty-second-floor conference room of Denton Tower fell into silence. Three Denton Global directors stared at her as if they had just witnessed an angel voluntarily fall from grace. Someone nearly dropped their coffee. Because the woman standing before them was Chatrine Madison. Personal secretary to Aron Loghan.