Midnight Crossing Book Novels & Stories

But I thought everything would become so messed up. They would think I am crazy and I didn't want that at all. I went in and after changing my clothes I came out and said was using my phone and then I decided to take a nap and in the afternoon I got up and I was sitting on my terrace. It wasn't raining and I was enjoying my coffee and was reading the book and then rain started again. I immediately got up and Was about to go inside the room When I saw a dark shadow near the tree across the road.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

Most were about history, leadership, strategy. But there were a few that surprised me. Poetry. Classic literature. A worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I smiled despite everything. Xavier reading poetry felt… unexpected. I pulled the poetry book out. Flipped through it. Some pages were dog-eared. Lines underlined. “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” My throat tightened. I put the book back so fast you would think it burned me. Then I moved to his desk.

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:

It folded. The longhouse, the bronze trees, the rusted Enforcers, and the white river were sucked into the center of the leather book like a silk sheet being pulled through a ring. For a fraction of a second, Xander and I were the only things left standing in a void of perfect, silent black—our hands locked together, our hearts the only two metrics remaining in the unwritten space. The New Mooring The chapter concluded with the sound of wood groaning against a heavy tide.

Kays laughs, and I settle comfortably against his chest and begin my story: “Evening fatigue settles on the shoulders like an unbearable weight. Gently swaying, and unpleasantly jolting over potholes, the passengers in the overcrowded minibus sat in gloomy silence, counting the stops until theirs…” _________ Thank you to everyone who read my book. I’m truly grateful to you all. If you enjoyed this story, please join me in reading the second book set in this world. It’s Fisa’s story and is titled When Fate Changes Plans.

With black cards and serpent seals and a single line that says everything he won’t say out loud. I slip the card into my purse, slide the note back into the envelope. The elevator dings. Penthouse. No smirk. No satisfaction. Just silence—and the weight of understanding. Because Nathan Cross didn’t give me power to be kind. He gave it to see what I’d do with it. And now? Now I know exactly how to burn him without ever striking a match. He’s not pulling me back. He’s daring me to run. And I’m not sure which of us will burn first.

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”