Midnight Crossing Book Novels & Stories

He slid his fingers between my legs, my breath catching as his fingers brushed against my inner thighs. His touch moved higher until his fingers finally reached my wetness. A shaky breath escaped my lips as he slipped them between my legs and I let out a quiet moan. “Oh… fuck,” I breathed as he began rubbing slow circles over my clit as my legs trembled, the sudden pleasure made my back arch slightly. My eyes squeezed shut as a gasp escaped me. The helicopter hummed loudly around us while the sky stretched endlessly outside the window.

“That’s not an answer. “It’s the only honest one. On the surface, the wind had shifted. It carried something new now. Something faint. Almost impossible to detect unless you were looking for it. Moisture. The transport doors opened slowly, revealing the gray horizon beyond. The children stepped forward one by one. Some hesitant. Some excited. Zara? Neither. She walked like she already belonged there. “This is it?” one of them asked quietly. “It looks another trailed off. “Dead?” Zara offered. No one argued. Liam stepped out first. His boots hit ash. Then He moved aside. “Welcome to the real world,” he said.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

Encounters with people seemed a hurdle. The closing time of the bookstore was 7 pm, yet, he goes home near midnight occasionally due to forgetting the time. Books are fortes that take you off the world you know, off your hurdle to a place of adventure and discoveries of imaginary possessions; pals. Getting home, he unfurled his door and plunged the new book he picked from the bookstore onto his table. 'The Moonlight Slave' by Shadows. After plopping the book, he did his routine. Showering, eating leftovers, and hopping into his mattress with the book in his hand. He comfortably sighed and positioned the book on top of him.

Midnight is wearing a little short sleeved shirt that looks like it belongs to a five year old, "I need your help." "Mmm, sure, help with what?" she asks, settling in better. I give myself permission to sit on one side of her and put my stuff down on the bed. "You like to read, don't you? I think you told us that's all you did around the house with your crazy grandmother," I inquire, trying to sound casual. Mid nods and I stretch the book towards her with a charming smile so she can't refuse, "Please, please, please read this for me and write a little essay. I'll owe you something, I can even give you a foot massage while you do it."

Black as midnight. A phantom.

My body is so used to only going to bed at like three in the morning and wake up at seven that I know it’ll take forever to actually fall asleep. “I can get you a book or something to keep you busy?” he suggests and my face immediately lights up. He sees it and with a chuckle, he gets off of the bed. He leaves the room and a few moments’ later returns with an old battered copy of what looks like The Hunger Games. Fitting, both characters stuck in a place and being able to climb trees. “Hope it’s alright” Chase said, “Got it from Chevy. She’s obsessed” “It’s perfect, thank you” I said, putting the book down next to me. Chase leaves after telling me once more to not run away and then I’m left

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp