Midnight Crossing Book Novels & Stories

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

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.

“Born as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” Opening the book and letting it decide by flipping its pages and comes stopping at a certain page. She reads those words as her smile never faded in between. With the clear picture of the character that is being presented, she once more giggles closing the book and holding it close to her embrace. With the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words t

They cleared, and he nodded to the four demon bloods. “You can cross,” he said. They all hesitated before crossing the boundary, but Tommy smiled as they did. “Welcome to Midnight Moon,” he said, and the woman smiled. The men nodded, one looked hesitant, but I noticed that all of them kept glancing at me. I walked over while holding Abigail’s hand and encouraged her to go back to her mother. She giggled and skipped back happily. “Mummy,” she said. “Can you feel it?” Her mother nodded and looked up at me.

"Okay, okay. Well, the nickname first came to me because of a book I have read. You know the one with the psychopath that killed his victims every midnight." Jasmine frowned in distaste. Is this girl courting death? Why would she name a stranger after a psychopath? "The one you kept calling your baby? That died in the end and you mourned him for a whole week?" Ryder nodded. "He was precious and adorable and didn't deserve all that happened to him. My baby deserved all the love in the world." She stubbornly defended a psychopath from a book. The book was written by the same author that had written "The Ashen Soul" that she was currently reading, titled "Who Killed Midnight". This book was one

"I'm not going anywhere." We left the bookstore together. I walked through empty streets toward home. The Mediterranean whispered against the harbor, and somewhere above us, stars I couldn't name flickered through the light pollution. Tomorrow, we'd be hunted. Tonight, we were just two women walking home. --- End of Chapter 213

She continues as if noticing my confused state, and wants to bestow mercy on me like the moon's messenger. “Shawn is the chosen of Hati’s later blood. The peace child. Hati, son of Fenrir. Hati, the moon hunter.” she says, addressing all of us. That's when it clicked. The book I'd seen at the library. “The Codex Luporum…” I say to myself. “You know the book?” Alice's voice rings out, breaking into my monologue. My eyes meet hers, before Shawn's, who is looking at me with that, ‘you've been caught’ stare.

"A thick velvet wall. The girls stand behind it completely anonymous. The guys pay an entry f*e at the door, walk into a private booth, and get to do whatever they want to them. No eyes. No names. Just pure, blind tasting." I swallowed hard, my cock pulsing aggressively. "Sounds risky. You think any girls are actually going to do it?" Chloe didn't answer right away. She just stared out the window, her fingers slowly tracing the upper curve of her heavy cleavage, her nipples still poking hard against the white fabric. "You'd be surprised what a girl will do when she knows she won't get caught," she whispered. We pulled up to the massive mansion, the bass from the music vibrating through the d

Prequel- Chapter 8: Midterm Crisis Elian Storm It was midnight. Standing on the deck of a yacht, I was watching over the unloading of cargo full of illegal products on the dock. The movements were swift and quiet, though. The only sounds which could be heard was the waves crashing against the dock and the creaking of the wood underneath the footsteps. Although there was a touch of nervousness in the air. None of the men dared to misplace a single item under my watch.