Midnight Diaries Mga Nobela at Kwento

A feeling of dread came over him when he remembered the last time he tried sneaking out. Was it worth it? To the best of his knowledge, Xander wouldn't bat an eyelash if he was caught. Dante held the file tightly and returned to the barn. Then he heard it. "No… no…no, please. This cannot be happening to me now…." He muttered, pleadingly, but the strange melody began to get louder. Dante didn't even realize when he dropped the file, all he wanted to do was shut the strange song out of his head.

Amidst the anxiousness, I opened the diary. [1st August 2054. Rainy. I met her while waiting for the bus today. She seemed to have just come from a talent show. She was still in her dance shoes. She looked beautiful. A driver came to pick her up, so I couldn't talk to her, but I really liked her.] [6th October 2054. Gloomy. She accidentally stained her pair of shoes during lunch. She threw them into the bin after only wearing them once. I picked them up, washed them, and placed them in my closet. I'll think of her every time I see the shoes.]

"Told you I have insomnia, I don't sleep at night" "Well you will do a good just as the fucken gate man", I said. "Where are you coming from?". "None of your fucken business", I said walking pass him and heading for my door. "You coming from Mr Greenwood's?", he asked. I swallowed hard. "Yes, he called me around past midnight that he was feeling sick and shit, I got him his medications and then I was too lazy to come back here so I crashed in the living room, sneaking back here now so he doesn't know I crashed there", I said very very pissed and then got into my room.

I desperately needed to go to bed. Mia said in a drowsy voice that my aunt and uncle weren't back when I called her before I left for home. I'm grateful because I didn't want Dem to know that I didn't spend the night at home. Mia opened the door for me as she came downstairs, looking drowsy. Inside, Natasha was still sound asleep when I arrived. After falling heavily onto the bed, I fell asleep like a baby in just two minutes. I went to see Pastor Dav, and we had a hot marathon s€x, and he gave me twenty thousand dollars. The rest of the week went as usual.

“Join me!” María’s pulse quickened. She knew Evie—or thought she did. One of those American girls who lounged on the beach by day, all tanned limbs and carefree laughter. The invitation was dangerous, tempting. She glanced around—no one. The sea glowed, warm and inviting, the moonlight speckling its surface like scattered diamonds. For the first time, María understood the pull of a midnight swim. She tugged her sundress over her head, letting it fall to the sand, leaving only her thin cotton slip. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, her green eyes catching the light as she stepped into the water, the warmth wrapping around her like a lover’s arms.

Chapter One The notification goes live at 12:03 a.m. Most people don’t notice it right away. Midnight notifications are easy to ignore—another bored scroll, another face glowing in the dark. But for the ones who do click, the screen opens to something oddly quiet. No music. No filter. No bright smile. Just Lila Monroe, framed too close, her face pale in the bluish light of her phone. The familiar background of her bedroom looks different tonight—messier, shadows stretching too long across the walls. Her hair is pulled back like she’s been running her hands through it too many times.

For the meantime, I'll stay put. I lay on the bed, willing myself to sleep. No matter how small, the sleep eludes me, and when I suddenly find myself falling into the dark, I'm dreaming of nothing but absurdity. In the chilling darkness, yet, I can make out unfamiliar shadows, contrasting and conflicting with each other. I can't hold them, but I hear them. It's almost like I'm looking into my head, my mind, from above, like a god. I'm drenched in sweat when I wake, from the maid's knock on the door, letting me know Shawn requires my presence. I hurriedly go into the bathroom, wash my body off the perspiration and discordance I am feeling.

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:

“Midnight’s Mark hasn’t appeared in over a hundred years.” “I didn’t do anything,” I blurted out. “I didn’t ask for this. I just went to the ceremony and then” I touched my neck. “This happened.” “I know,” he said kindly. “And I know my Beta’s reaction was painful.” I laughed bitterly. “That’s one way to describe it. He made it clear I disgust him.” “Darius is… complicated,” Marcus said carefully. “May I tell you something you might not know?” I nodded.

Charlie didn't speak for a long time—not because she didn't have words, but because she had too many. The clearing felt different now. The air held the ghost of the Sentinel's howl, vibrating faintly, like the forest was still listening. Moonlight spilled over everything in silver ribbons. Charlie stood in the center of it all, trying to steady her breath. I'm the hinge. The mediator. The moon's deviation. It sounded like the world's worst LinkedIn bio.