Midnight K Drama Novels & Stories

Midnight got ready as he said that. Nile and Claire looked at each other and understood what must be done. “Lo-looks like we had to improvise a bit this time. It is now a match between Midnight and Matthew Dragunov!” “R-right! This may be out of the blue, but let’s follow the flow, yeah? Count them down Nile!” “Eh! Me?” “Do it!” “O-okay! F-fighters! Ready!” “Entertain me, Dragunov.” Midnight said.

Dae wondered what he was doing, staying up late night since it was Friday night and it was weekend. Dae ended up watching 25 episodes of the K-drama till 4 Am. After that he felt bored and shut down the laptop. But still he was not feeling sleepy that he took his phone and found messages from Phet and an unknown number asking ‘why he was absent and whether he is okay.’ Dae smiled at Phet’s message. He felt really happy. Phet still care for him. He replied to Phet with an ‘ I am totally okay. Just caught a fever’ along with a smiley emoji.

Doona, who was still scrolling through her Rebbit inbox and responding to fans that needed relationship advice –whilst sitting silently on the toilet– let out an unexpected sneeze. "Is someone talking about me?" She rubbed her nose. --- "Introduce me to your father." Minji was sitting on the floor when Sochun came back to the apartment. With a loli-pop in his mouth, he looked at her confused. "Why are you kneeling on the floor?" He walked past her into the kitchen to look for something nice to eat. Minji got up and walked towards him, she rested on the kitchen counter and poked his back.

"No worries. She really acts like that when she's sleepy. Some things never change, right, Khione?" Xielle’s grip tightened on her phone. Khione. The name felt like a bruise. Only people from her past called her that, and hearing it from him felt like a violation. She didn't offer him a response. Without a word, she stood up and walked toward the dressing area to change into her shoot wardrobe, leaving him standing there with his "leading man" smile. The concept was "Midnight Romance." The set was draped in dark ivy and deep purple roses—a garden that looked beautiful but felt suffocating.

“That’s out of the question. I won’t do it without protection.” We were still on the moving bus. So, there was no way to buy such a thing. I could not exactly ask the other passengers for it either. Additionally, it was the middle of the night, and everyone was asleep. We had been so careful not to make a sound, afraid that they might notice us. Asking would be like telling them exactly what we had been doing. There was no way I was going to bear that embarrassment. Wyatt could not hold back any longer and started kissing my cheek. He pulled me closer and coaxed me, “Please, Grace... Just this once, okay? I’ll make you feel amazing...”

SHE CALLS AT MIDNIGHT Dominic is finally falling asleep on the couch because the bed feels too empty and too full of memories and the couch in the living room at least doesn't have the weight of their shared history pressing down on him and his phone is buzzing and it's past midnight and he's reaching for it without fully waking up and he's seeing her name on the screen and his entire body is jolting awake because she's calling him and she's breaking the silence that's been stretching between them for five endless days.

He just couldn’t wait for the next few hours to quickly pass by and formally become an integral part of his 18 years old-turned mates’ lives ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV “MATE !!” Kai and Bella chimed together, as soon as the clock struck 12 midnight and Dominic entered the dorm at the same time.

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?

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

The call came at 3:00 AM. Chloe was awake, as she always was at this hour. Sleep had become a luxury she couldn't afford—not with Sloane still out there, not with Arthur still free, not with Gideon's betrayal still fresh and raw in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, heard his voice, remembered every lie he'd told her.