Midnight Love Novels & Stories

Tucked beneath it was a single blood-red card, the words embossed in elegant gold script: Midnight Masquerade One night only. No names. No limits. Rooftop Penthouse, Eclipse Tower. 11:00 PM sharp.Come alone. Dress to be devoured. A shiver raced down my spine, pooling hot and low in my belly. For months I’d been drowning in the same routine — boring dates that ended with polite kisses, nights spent touching myself to fantasies that never quite satisfied the ache. At twenty-two, Aria Vale was tired of playing it safe. I wanted to feel alive. Wanted hands that didn’t ask permission. Wanted to be wanted so desperately it hurt.

I had no idea how that mafia crap worked. "I get it," Ben broke the silence. "You're not sure, but no one's rushing you. It's your decision to make. I'd love to stay, but I need to get going; I want to get some things taken care of before my vacation ends. Are we still on for five o clock tomorrow?" "Yeah," Adam answered. "Okay. I'll see you all tomorrow." "Bye." I looked at Nightingale, who was now sleeping in my arms. It was amazing how one look at her could erase all my worries. Adam nuzzled his nose in my neck and softly whispered, "I love you."