Midnight Mass Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

"The slot at Cointrin is forty minutes from now. If we miss the window, the tower is going to ground us until tomorrow morning." Sierra didn't argue this time. She didn't yell about her Grandpa Lorenzo or the papers she was supposed to sign. She just looked at me, a long, unreadable stare that made my throat tight, before she walked over to the entryway and grabbed the simple black sneakers Kayden’s team had left for her. "Let's get it over with," she muttered, shoving her feet into the shoes.

Just as we were getting closer to our destination, Liam's phone rang, piercing the silence. He quickly answered the call, his brow furrowing in concern. It was Silver on the line, her voice trembling with fear and despair. I could hear her sobbing, her words broken and muffled by tears. Liam listened intently, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. Silver's voice cracked with emotion as she relayed the horrifying news. "They... they just called me again. They're... they're threatening to kill Simone tonight. They... they said we think we are very clever, thinking we can send people to their location, they said, they are sending people after you. They said they'll make sure you waste your

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Altair stared at the map, his jaw hardening. On the map, it was clearly written: "Project Lunaris." And before anyone could say anything, Stella said in a trembling voice: "They're not just hunting us... they're planning to awaken something... something even more dangerous than Orion itself."

“Fair enough.” The trip to Tipas was quiet. Simon sat in the passenger seat, nervously rehearsing phrases he’d written down phonetically: “Magandang gabi po.(Good evening.)” “Ako po si Simon.(I am Simon.)” “Gusto ko po sanang ligawan si Leonora. (I want to ask if I can court Leonora.)” Nathan shook his head every time Simon practiced the lines with the wrong inflection. “You’re gonna terrify them if you sound like you’re summoning a ghost,” Nathan said.

Ace would rather stay with Sierra as she slept, even though his stomach was growling. ***** The clock's hands ticked away quickly, the clacking sound making her eyelids flutter. Sierra, who was only wearing her underwear, was stirred. Her green eyes fluttered open slowly, feeling strangely heavy, causing her forehead to wrinkle— just like her body, which she couldn't move. Sierra tried to squirm, but she still couldn't. It felt like something was weighing down on her body. Her bright eyes flickered, staring at the clock hanging on the wall. It was only twenty-five minutes past five in the morning.

Mimi's heartbeat thudded in her ears as she moved through the abandoned casino's dimly lit corridors. She took short, controlled breaths, just enough to get by. Her eyes moved quickly, looking about at the strange quiet. She had to be careful. This wasn't just any place; it was where Damon stored his secrets, and those secrets all had the same name: Simeon. As she walked past broken slot machines and rusted-out tables, the stagnant air combined with the pungent smell of mould. With every step, she got closer to what she feared most: losing her kid.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

Silas bragged, he doesn't care about the visitors, he only cares about the party he prepared and the money he spends. "Don't kid me, Silas, before anyone tries to shoot me you're already drunk." "Oh here, I know you don't trust the food and drinks around here so a brought one. Don't worry it has no poison," Silas handed me a drink. I nodded and grabbed the wine glass from him. "Thanks." "I'll look for grandfather, don't worry, I won't drink.." Silas said, he wear his masquerade mask and disappeared. __ I bit my lips, instinctively scanning the crowd. Silas who told me that won't drink is already drunk, I want to kick his ass to wake him up. He can easily get drunk because of his low toleranc