Midnight Diaries Novels & Stories

Cade said. “At midnight,” Miles added. “That’s serial killer hours, Si. Get a hobby that isn’t stressing out my oldest friend.” Dinner was takeout on the coffee table. Miles talked the whole time. Cade laughed at the right places. I laughed when I was supposed to. Under the table my knee brushed Cade’s once and he shifted away like it burned. Miles pointed his chopsticks at me. “You’re being quiet. That’s new. Usually you never shut up. Cade finally trained you?”

Quiet Orders Lena’s POV “Another night shift? Girl, they’re going to turn you into a vampire at this rate.” I forced a small smile at Tasha as we both stood at the medication station. It was only the second night of the week, and I already felt tired down to my bones. “Tell me about it,” I replied, finishing the last of the medication checks. “I’ve been on nights the whole week. My body doesn’t even remember what daylight looks like anymore.”

For some reason, I didn’t want to risk it. Blood rushed into my ears as I clicked on the text, my heart racing against my ribs. UNKNOWN NUMBER _What are you doing?_ 11:45 _Let me see you_ 11:50 I could feel my blood pumping as I stared at the text. I knew who it was. But I couldn’t resist the thought that made me ask. ME _Who is this?_ 12:20 He opened the text immediately. My heart slammed against my ribs, and I bit down on my thumbnail, my legs bouncing restlessly beneath me as I saw the typing icon pop up.

and I laughed so hard I started crying again. Next to the gold, on the same shelf, there was a small green notebook with a cracked leather cover. On the front, in pen so old it had turned brown, it said 1977. I opened it carefully. The pages were thin and yellow and crinkly. It was her diary. Her young handwriting, round and neat, so different from the shaky letter in my bag. I turned through it slowly while Rhys held the lamp over my shoulder. October 14th. The first frost. October 22nd. No power. October 25th. No water. October 27th. The Henderson house.

Elizabeth sat at her desk and looked at the diary. Bedtime was to be announced soon. She checked the time and unfortunately she had only nine minutes before going to sleep; it was 8:51 pm. She took out that pen with transparent nib which she got from Rujnoiu. She wandered what she should do to see if there was anything written in that mysterious diary. She opened the diary where someone expressed thoughts and placed the pen on the page where it was opened. But ... nothing happened.

I like Flynn and I can’t deny that. I looked at the clock and it was close to midnight. I still have trouble sleeping, I seem to have insomnia. I can’t sleep well at night, this is the effect of stress. I just got out of bed and took my diary from the table. This is my diary since I was a child, I write about the good things that happened in my life. In the past days and months, nothing good has happened to me. All I receive is torture and suffering.

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.'

I bet I won't even be able to stand straight. I roll around in bed stretching my bones and muscles in all the right places. God I feel like an elephant jumped on me. I sit up and swing my legs out of bed. I stay there for a few seconds staring at the wall before I finally decide to stand and make my way to the bathroom. I have to be at the academy by 8:30a.m. Our teachers don't tolerate late coming or absences for that matter. Ugh I'm so tired. I take a shower, wash my hair and start brushing my teeth.

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

Midnight sings, perfectly pleased. “We went to school together,” Orion sighs, shaking his head. “For a couple of years, when my grandfather decided that she needed to learn how to read and be…socialized, or whatever.” He waves a hand, dismissing the point. “And he tried to kiss me,” Midnight says, gleefully pointing her fork at him. “We were twelve!” “Yes,” she sighs, pityingly. “So that’s eleven years of pining.” She turns her head up to Jesse. “Don’t worry, mate, I was faithful to you.”