Midnight For Charlie Bone Novels & Stories

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

Charlie said, noticing my spread as she joined me, her own plate piled high with today’s special, pancakes and hashbrowns. “Well, finals just finished,” I mumbled around my bacon. “Yeah, two days ago, meaning you should’ve already had your 24-hour nap and your breakfast of champions. Nah, I can tell this is something different.” I hesitated for a moment, staring at Charlie’s earnest expression before giving in. “Just a small personal matter.” “This has anything to do with how there’s a rumor of the Sineds trying to murder each other before finals week?”

“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.

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

There was something scary about the way she said that, that brought a very fuzzy memory but it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Are you okay?” Charlie asked as she held my forehead and massaged it. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a little tired, I think we should all go to bed.” I said and she nodded. “Goodnight love.” Charlie said before she pecked my cheek and walked in. I heaved out heavily as I stared at the sky. I had no idea what the future holds but something told me it was far from pleasant. Third pov It was midnight the next day with Charlie having no recollection as her life as Charlie. The bell of a local church struck three times as Charlie’s face squeezed in pain.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING.

A loud chime of bells awakened Charlie and Jessica. Her heart pounded in her chest. Realizing it was only Charlie's phone alarm she settled down. Rolling over, Charlie picked up his phone. He had forgotten he had set his alarm for four o clock. Jessica rubbed her eyes and yawned. She was still tired. She could feel a dull ache in her tummy but ignored it. Rolling out of bed she went into the shower and dressed in her clothes from yesterday. The storm has blown over and the morning air was warm. It was mid winter and the sun would only rise after six o clock.

With the cold breeze hitting harshly against her window, Charlene could barely get any sleep. The night was long and dawn was slow in coming. She had slept for what she believed was hours and had awakened, only to find out that it was just a little past midnight. It had been almost two hours and she had been unable to go back to sleep. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable but sleep continued to elude her. Her mind was occupied with thoughts of one person - Calvin Moss.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Khan nodded in acknowledgment. When I arrived home, exhaustion overtook me, and I fell asleep early. I woke up late, and by then, darkness had settled outside, though the beautiful white snow continued to fall, blanketing the entire route. I found Charlie reading a book and asked him what he wanted for dinner. He requested something warm, like soup. Since it was his request, I decided to make it extra special using high-quality beef. As I cheerfully cooked, humming and dancing to a tune, I noticed a figure staring at me—an unpleasant vampire. "What are you doing here?" I demanded. "Do you want me to squish some garlic in your mouth?"