Midnight For Charlie Bone Book Novels & Stories

Tiger. ************ As Charlie watched over Wilson's slowly healing body and waited for either Jim or Vox or the both of them to arrive, he calmly sipped a chilled canned beer and sighed as he spoke to himself. "I really shouldn't be drinking something this cold in a weather this cold." He said. It was still winter and the snow continually fell at random intervals. He had a rare solemn look on his face as he fell into deep thought. ************* "Where is it?" A man with long hair that could easily pass for someone in his twenties shouted the question at a frowning twelve-year-old Charlie.

In the middle of the night, as stars shimmered above and the moon shined throughout the dark ink sky, its light lighted the way of our beloved character who currently was up to no good, now you're probably wondering why was she still awake on this unholy time. Well to answer your question Midnight isn't your typical 15 years old, no she was far more mature than most kids of her age and what she was about to do can send her straight to jail with a life's worth of imprisonment. With that looming thought in mind, didn't even phase her one bit for money was still money and if she doesn't do this then her head will be the price for the collateral damage.

“But Miss Haywood, the risk you have taken already, surely your niece…” “My grandniece said no, and no it shall be. You can wait four hours so a child who has already lost her mother can be spared an additional portion of grief. Charlie’s birth and death day will be December 26th, not Christmas.” Aunt Elizabeth stood sentinel by her grandniece’s bedside, with her old friend nodding staunchly. Dorine announced, “You won’t change our minds, young man.” Scowling, Dr. Barrows nodded curtly. The doctor had no choice but to agree to wait.

I give him painkillers and in the middle of telling me about that boxing match, Charlie's scold and some boy named Kenzo, he falls asleep. I fix the blanket over him and look at his sleeping figure. His buzz cut, slightly furrowed brows, and pursed lips make him look like a typical bad boy, not to forget the busted lip and the reddish bruises on his forehead and under his eyes. But underneath all this is an eighteen years old boy fighting his monsters. I call Kevin to pick me up from here. I don't want to take a taxi at what, oh God! It is 10:45 pm. Time flies with Plinio. It was almost half-past eight when I came here.

In the prestigious Arcanum Academy, Zeyric Arcanvale is the bottom-tier student barely clinging to his place, while Thalen Veycrest is the untouchable prodigy. Forced into a 'Twin-Soul' contract for their final exams, their lives are magically entwined: what one feels, the other suffers. As the shared physical pain transforms into a dangerous, scorching attraction, Zeyric discovers that his greatest rival has been keeping a secret that could destroy Thalen's reputation just to keep Zeyric from being expelled. In a world of competitive sorcery, their bond is a weakness others are ready to exploit.

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

The room is dark (I always sleep with the lights off), but a sliver of moonlight filters in through the partially open window by my bedside, and illuminates the room a little. Despite my unease earlier, I had been sleeping deeply, until whatever sound it is that woke me up, came. A quick glance at the bedside clock shows that it is a little past midnight already. Charles still isn’t back, so I listen carefully, wondering if it is the sound of him coming back that woke me up, but the cabin is as silent as death, which is no surprise, seeing as it’s past midnight already.

“Do I remember you? May the Desmiri melt me into tallow and make candles of me for the mosques if I forget you! Some months ago you opened the door at Dopula's with Chaplinski, which suited my taste exactly, for in the selfsame way I got out of prison once in Stamboul. How is Sir Podbipienta? “Sir Podbipienta is well, and asked to be remembered to you.” “He is a very rich man, but fearfully dull. If he should cut off three heads like his own, it would be only a head and a half, for he would cut off three half-heads. Pshaw! How hot it is, though it is only March yet! The tongue dries up in one's throat.” “I have some excellent triple mead; maybe you would take a glass of it?”