Midnight For Charlie Bone Book Novels & Stories

My father thinks I spend my nights reading. That’s not entirely a lie. Just not books. This room is mine in a way no other room in this house is mine. The rest of the townhouse is my mother's taste — warm and beautiful and expensive, every surface chosen to project exactly the image the Conti family wants projected. My room looks like the inside of my head. Whiteboards on two walls, half of them network maps, the other half cipher keys I've already cracked. A punching bag in the corner worn to gray leather at center mass. Gun cabinet beside the closet — three weapons, combination lock. My father knows about two of them. I find the thread at 3:12 a.m. A routing number. Buried six layers deep,

Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew. Matthew was over the moon, wearing it all the time, even to bed, unless he had to take it off for something big like surgery. However, I just could not figure out who this well-off, polished man was. He caught on to my puzzled look, but instead of getting upset, he just smiled. "I'm Edwin." I froze. Edwin Gordon? How could that be? I remembered Edwin always had those super thick glasses, like the bottom of a beer bottle. He was the kid who did not have much, always eating just bread with margarine, skinny as a stick.

Holding onto the cash, Charlie couldn't stop thinking: if he brought this to the gambling den with Zachary by his side, they could easily multiply it. All he had to do tonight was take one more risk. Before long, it was past midnight—2 a.m. to be exact—when Charlie crept into the factory. Everyone was asleep by then, including the guard out front, slumped over in exhaustion.

I don’t even know how far I fell or how I was rescued. As I leave dinner and move to walk back inside the packhouse, the cold chill from nights ago hits me. The very thing that set that fateful night in motion. The sun has just set and the air is thick with humidity. I’ve gotten used to this climate which is all the more reason the cold strikes me as bizarre. My eyes move to a post that sits just in front of the door, the crest of the pack is burned into it. “The Midnight Protectors; Light in the Dark.”

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

I looked over at him. "Auntie, where is Jacob?" "You’ll meet him where we’re going." "What? Is he there in your land?" Auntie didn’t answer. As expected, it took us almost four hours to travel before we could finally enter the town proper. It was almost midnight, and we were getting close to the land that Auntie had talked about. Even though the dark moon hasn’t come yet, we are already feeling its weak effects. It only happens once every 25 years, so Jasper and I, who are both younger werewolves, are experiencing it for the first time.

I then asked my Butman to light it up after some time. I went back to my room and I placed the earrings on the side table and after changing I was standing in the window in my night suit. I called the batman and asked him to light the fire. I was standing on my terrace and was seeing those flames. I think I should have done that so earlier. I came back and lie down and I noticed those earrings. I held them in my hand and was staring at them and was thinking of that night. The most important night of my life. I could never forget that.

Sir Harry was a man in his forties, with dark brown hair and a padlock-shaped beard, his eyes were black as night, but if you looked closely you could see the goodness in them; The man entered the Winchesters' drawing room where Lady Elizabeth and Sir Jones were waiting. Good evening, I am Harry Macmillan and I have come to lend my support in finding the midnight killer ...

A war already started when Lilith sent that first bloody threat letter to me and she was going to drown in it. Charlie was working on unlocking the hidden page of the Book of the Undead since we had it in our custody. It would’ve been faster if Silverclaw’s Zeta could’ve joined him and helped but no… Adrian wasn’t answering our fucking letters and it’s made me a bundle of edgy nerves.

(Jessamine’s POV) Without my brother knowing, Charlie and I crashed at his apartment. Thinking he could fix my heart, I went to his place, waiting patiently, and while I cried my heart out, Charlie was also whimpering like he knew that Aiden and I had broken up… as best friends. The clicking sound from the doorknob made me jump, waking Charlie from his sleep on Benedict’s couch. “Finally!” I took my phone, glancing at the time, and groaned, seeing it was past midnight already. I stood up and walked to the main door, waiting for it to open.