Novel & Cerita Midnight In Poppyland

He reiterated that Natalie claimed my due date wasn’t until next month, insisting that I was merely putting on a show right now and that they must ensure I waited for his return. Matt answered the call, responding with utmost reverence. With that, the last trace of hesitation vanished from his face. “Luna, you heard him yourself. My hands are tied.” Having said his piece, he shot a meaningful look at Martha. Two maids immediately pinned my shoulders down, forcing my jaw open. Seizing the opportunity, Martha shoved the pills deep into my throat. I gagged violently, trying desperately to throw them up, but the medication still slid down my throat. Tears silently traced paths down my face. Star

Kael and Sky were so insistent that we never slept in the same bed that the couch seemed the best alternative. He kissed my cheek and wiped the newest tear away. "I love you. It'll be over before you know it." Yeah, I highly doubted that. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Hello, my dear readers! Exciting news... Beta - The Bayou Boys is now available! Midnight on the Bayou will continue to follow Sky and the triplets through their dramas, while Beta - The Bayou Boys will focus on Cassy and Teddy's journey from here on out. Thank you for your incredible support and love! Seriously, y'all rock! <3 Eden

Author's POV: Poppy froze. The lamp trembled in her hands. The man didn’t speak. He just stood there—sweating, and his stomach folding over itself, with beady eyes that glinted beneath the harsh overhead light. His breath was labored, and his grin was slow, like he thought this was normal, and was entitled to her. Poppy's hands shook harder. She lifted the lamp an inch higher. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice cracked and hoarse from the screaming.

she said softly, folding her eyes to sleep. Midnight came and the ticking of an old clock sitting on the table beside Layla’s bed could be heard throughout the room. Layla woke up to the repeated sound. She opened her eyes without moving an inch from her position. She had trouble sleeping on her own after getting used to having Zev by her side every night. Hoping that she could go back to sleep at any moment, Layla tried her hardest to maintain her posture even though she was itching to grab the clock and throw it away to stop its ticking sound.

Sometimes, he looked at me angrily, but I thought that was happening because he didn’t manage to make me leave. Two days later, Portia came crying to me because Andrews had dumped her… I put out my cigarette, and I went to take a bath. When I finished, I put on her pajamas and returned to the living room to watch a movie on TV. At 11:30, the film was over, and I went to sleep. I was sleeping when a message on my cell phone woke me up. I grasped it from the bedside table and checked the time. 24:00. Midnight,

MIA I fled from my own engagement party one hour ago and now I'm hiding in a locked university at midnight. The gym smelled like sweat and old leather and something I couldn’t name. It made my skin prickle with awareness I wasn’t in the mood to examine. The university athletic complex should have been locked, but I’d learned three days into my transfer that if you knew which side door to use and were willing to slip through shadows like a thief in the night, you could have the basketball court to yourself when the rest of campus slept.

He murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very core. His hand lingered near my cheek for a few seconds, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I felt as if the world had stopped, every sense heightened, every nerve ending alive with electricity. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my body weakening, a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. I noticed his eyes darkened, his expression became unreadable. "Good night, Lilly." He said finally, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I'll see you in the morning.”

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

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.

But sleep, sleep eludes me, just as the last fragments of my humanity do. The city below me is nothing but a sea of lights, shadows, and meaningless noise. The low hum of Lunaris, my kingdom in the heart of Nocturne City, reverberates through my bones as I sit in my office, overlooking it all. The music, the laughter, the subtle thrill of desperation and pleasure—it’s all in my control. I own the night. I own this city. No one dares to challenge me, and those who try? Well, they learn the hard way why I’ve remained untouchable for centuries.