Midnight Diaries Novels & Stories

But I pull away from him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I have to.” My voice is stronger than I expected. When I return to the living room, Timmy punches the wall, a curse slipping through gritted teeth. Gutemberg and Midnight are staring at the laptop, faces twisted in fury. Panic surges again, and I run to join them. “That girl can’t be more than thirteen,” Midnight says, voice heavy with horror and rage. I glance at him, and our eyes meet. Driven by emotion, I rest my hand on his chest to comfort him.

Zion followed my lead and took a seat right next to me. Before he could say anything, midnight started jumping around now excited for some reason. Then the door was pushed opened. “Daddy, I…” she came in and I stood. “Mate!” midnight said, and I stood angered by his words. “Oh, dear Goddess, mate! You are my mate!”

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

I was too tired and sleepy to defend my lie so I knew that was the best option. I put my phone on silent and began to doze off. After what felt like a few minutes, I could feel a tightness in my neck. My eyes flashed open as I felt an energy pulling me under my pillow. The diary underneath was glowing with a bright light. I sat up, reaching for the diary under my bed, and yanked it out. The light disappeared as soon as I touched it. I sighed, examining the diary. I wonder what new information Mirabel has for me.

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.

And she knew with a certainty that settled deep in her bones: when the Midnight Carnival returned, she would be there waiting at its gates, ready to be seduced all over again. Chloe closed the diary a little slower this time, her fingers pressing firmly against the page like she needed to ground herself. “…okay.” She let out a breath that almost turned into a laugh, but didn’t. “That wasn’t just a story. That was a full-on spiral.” She leaned back, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking down again. “I’m not even going to pretend like I didn’t get the appeal at the beginning. The mystery, the pull, the way it called to her… yeah, I get that. Sometimes you just want to feel somethi

"Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!" With that, I set the diary aside and stand up, taking a deep breath. It's now or never, I think to myself. I make my way back to the living room, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. I plop down on the couch, feeling the cool leather against my naked skin. I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels again, this time without a st

A breath of relief escaped my lips as I flicked on the small light. I couldn't sleep and decided to come to the sitting room. I struggled until I reached the TV and put it on, a rush of relief flooded through me. The cool, bright light dispelled the shadows of the dark sitting room, revealing the nearest couch. "Finally!" I whispered, grinning as I picked up the remote and navigated until I got to a station I liked. I sat on the couch watching the TV and the scenes were that of nude men and women. I imagined Liam coming to the sitting room to meet me and trying to get his fingers through my night dress. I shrugged my shoulders,

He worked the counter, delivered bread to local cafés, studied online for a literature degree he wasn’t sure he’d ever finish. He didn’t drink, didn’t party, didn’t date, not because he was holy, he just hadn’t met anyone who made the world feel bigger than the four walls he knew. Until the night he saw her. It was late. Aunt Mara had gone to bed early with a migraine. Noah was alone in the living room, laptop open, headphones on, scrolling through a late-night YouTube rabbit hole that had somehow landed on a channel called “VividVixen.” He wasn’t looking for p**n. He’d clicked a “reaction” video about “the most beautiful people in adult films,” mostly out of curiosity and boredom.

MIA I fled from my own engagement party one hour ago and now I'm hiding in a locked university at midnight. The gym smelled like sweat and old leather and something I couldn’t name. It made my skin prickle with awareness I wasn’t in the mood to examine. The university athletic complex should have been locked, but I’d learned three days into my transfer that if you knew which side door to use and were willing to slip through shadows like a thief in the night, you could have the basketball court to yourself when the rest of campus slept.