Midnight Kisses Novels & Stories

“I’m saying,” Midnight says, freely crying now, cupping Jesse’s face in her tiny hands. “That I – I don’t want to have your pups, Jesse. Ever. Ever. I don’t want them.” She shakes her head, vehement. “I think I’d be a bad mom. I’d leave them at the grocery store and forget they were there. I – I just don’t want it.” He swallows hard, listening as she spills out her truth. “And I don’t want to kiss you,” she continues, her little chin shaking as she stares up at him with her wide dark eyes. “And it’s not that you’re not handsome –“

“Isolde…” “It hurts,” I whisper, giving in to the ache. “Make it stop.” His breath shudders. “Are you sure? I thought you might need some time to digest this...” I crash my lips against his before he can finish. For a few seconds, he devours my mouth like a devil who has waited far too long. He breaks the kiss, breathless, his strong arms firm at my hips. “Before midnight,” he reminds me, making sure I understand what it means.

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.

Moon pinned Ocean on her bed, her heart was jumping in her ribcage. Moon leaned in and pecked her lips. He smirked when he noticed her cheeks turned red. He intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed her. He bit her lower lip asking for entrance, she parted her lips and his tongue slid into her mouth. Her mouth tasted like chocolates. He broke the kiss and licked her saliva from her lips. She opened her eyes to look at him. It was her first kiss and she was glad it was with Moon. Moon grabbed her by her hips and with a swing she was on top of him. Moon wrapped his arms around her waist protectively. She put her head on his chest, listening to the sweet beat of his heart. Then she got up an

I WOULD HAVE KISSED YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT IF YOU DIDN'T DECIDE TO BACK AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND! She knew Midnight was talking about a kiss on the cheek, but a voice in her, that for some reason sounded a bit like Remy's voice, told her to kiss him on the lips and enjoy seeing him panic because of it. In the end, she had to pinch her thigh to bring some sense to her empty head and without hesitation kissed Midnight's cheek. The moment the soft lips pressed against his cheek, Jake felt his legs go weak, and he almost slipped. His face heated up, and his voice shook when he spoke. "O-Okay... I-I will leave now...B-Bye."

I defended myself lamely as we walked to the isolated corner where my pizza box was. I didn't want to leave him, I felt a weird attraction that I didn't feel before and- “60, 59,58…” The whole pack was counting. “Why are they doing a countdown?” I asked, looking around me to see teens with fireworks in their hands, ready to light them up. “It’s the countdown to midnight. From twelve am, you will be able to find your mate.” He winked at me. “... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” At the end of the countdown, fireworks exploded in the sky and the moon was blood red but that wasn't the onlything weird about that moment.

If this is the mate bond shouldn’t I feel it when I touch him too? The song comes to an end and the minute he stops touching me the tingles disappear. “Until midnight,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my cheek. “What’s a midnight?” “A surprise,” he replies. I watch him walk away, confused. Why wait until midnight to give me a surprise? He looks back and winks at me before disappearing into the crowd.

The limo slowed to a stop, and I knew we didn't have much time. "Sir, your flight is in less than twenty minutes," the disembodied voice came through the intercom. Owen's mouth opened as he panted for breath, his body beginning to shake with exertion. I kissed his ear, feeling the velvety softness across my lips as I whispered his name. I wanted him so badly, my entire spine was on fire with longing.

Then the kiss broke. Callista stayed laying on the floor, now Madri slinked down her babysitter's body. She planted a kiss on Callista's lips, then her chin, then her neck, then between here breasts. Then she kissed each of Callista's breasts, tasting the softness of the girl's nipples, feeling her lips melt into them. Then she kissed Callista's stomach. Finally, though Callista's skirt, Madri kissed the girl's pussy. Callista moaned and squirmed.

Midnight My name is Midnight. I was born exactly at midnight, on December 29, 2002. My last name is Lipovsky, although it should be Vosse, but that's a story for another day. I am 20 years, 4 months and 2 days old. And I'm a bit weird.