Midnight In Montgomery Chords Novels & Stories

Connecting. Forever.

Sophia Bennett The morning sunlight sliced through the room like an unwelcome intruder, painting everything in harsh golds and forcing me to squint against its glare. I let out a heavy sigh, rolling over in the unfamiliar bed, my body heavy with the remnants of sleep and something far more unsettling. “Babe, close the curtains, Ethan,” I mumbled, my voice thick and groggy. “Ethan?” No answer. Just the soft hum of air conditioning and the distant murmur of city life far below.

That night I lay in my bed wide awake thinking about Tobias and Callum and Blackthorn and the way information moved through this house in directions it wasn't supposed to move. And then I heard it. Down the corridor. Past midnight. Footsteps stopping outside my door. I lay completely still. Then the footsteps moved on. Past my door. Down the corridor. Away. I sat up slowly. I knew those footsteps. Zaden. Outside my door at midnight. Not knocking I sat in the quiet of my room and pressed my hand against my chest and tried to figure out what to do with that. I couldn't figure out what to do with that. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling.

Avyanna was enjoying the beats of the music, she had been waiting for Alcinder to get back from the bathroom for about twenty minutes. So she figured when he got back he would join her on the dance floor. Suddenly, the beats changed and Vegas by Doja cat began to play. That was her favorite jam for the week. Avyanna got up stunningly and began to swirl, gyrating and heading for the dance floor. She moved seductively to the middle of the crowd like a lioness stalking her prey, then she dropped low and began a slow whine.

The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-lam) I said oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) She really gets me high (Bam-ba-lam) You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-lam) She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-lam) And she's always ready (Bam-ba-lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Get it! Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-lam) Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-lam) Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-lam)

I let out a small chortle, and I can hear a low rumble in his chest. “We can’t stay here forever, dear, but we can spend another couple days hold up in here. Is that, ok?” I nod, wiping my tears on his shirt. We both lay quietly, until Ash starts humming... then he hits the chorus, and quietly sings ****Baby there ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough, to keep me from getting to you baby.**** “Marvin Gaye? Didn’t figure you to be a Marvin fan!”

I couldn’t help it—that tension between the three of us was palpable. Midnight stood up, and with him, the whole mood shifted. His eyes passed over me, and I felt the heat of his dominant presence before he even got close. I didn’t need to move—he just came up to me and, in one swift motion, pulled me off Gutemberg’s lap. "Oh." "Hey!" Gutemberg protested. "We’re going to bed," Midnight said, his voice so cold it made me swallow hard. Gutemberg, however, didn’t like it one bit. He grimaced and cursed under his breath.

Wide, fatal ribbon slits stretched on their throats, countless cuts on their half-naked body, and their legs mangled and twisted. Seems like they have been tortured long before they died. Horrible. However, what caught his attention was the words written on their chests. ‘GOT-YOU-MONTREAL.’ “Oh, brutal. He got them all.” Davien whistled on the other line. It was indeed brutal, though if he found anyone spying on him, he would have done the same. Damon couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head while staring at his men hanging on the narrow dead-end alleyway.

Adeyemi moaned low—head tipping back against the cushions, hips rocking forward. Layla kept the rhythm—slow build, then faster, fingers pumping deeper while her tongue flicked quick circles. Adeyemi’s moans grew louder—raw, unrestrained—the sound carrying over the rooftops. She came hard—thighs clamping around Layla’s head, back arching, a sharp cry tearing out into the night. Layla didn’t stop—kept licking gently through the aftershocks, then rose up. “Turn over,” she said.

’ While Rosalind muddled in her solicitude, Wilson moved closer to her, leaning down to her ear, and whispered in a baritone voice, “Like what you see? Maya?” “Hmm… ” Rosalind was about to nod while she was pulled back to her senses by the howling of a wolf. It was midnight, though the howling was a bit uncanny in the bustling city of N, it was quite natural in the woods. She stumbled back to maintain a safe distance between her and the gorgeously handsome specimen. Wait...wait what did he just call her? “Kind gentleman, I think you are mistaken I am no Maya.” well that hurt’s a bit to say to him, now that she wished she ‘was’ his Maya. wait wait, Was she missing something??? Her internal mo