Midnight Novels & Stories

Ash shifts again, his paws moving away from their original places, but still keeping me pinned down. Snow continues to fall at a steady pace, the wind growing slightly and the sky becoming darker. A few minutes after the house lights up Mikki trots out of the forest with Tori, Ally, Vic and Carson with her. They pause at seeing us, but then trot over to the door where they shift and go inside, all murmuring.

Full name: Peachie Royal Nickname: Peach Age:18 Birthday: OCTOBER 10, 2002 Zodiac: Libra Height: 5'2 Most embarrassing moment: Peach is a Romance writer who doesn't believe in romance. Okay, she will admit it that she does believe in fairytales once in her lifetime. But sadly the prince charming who she thought will save her just left her! Who would have thought that her prince charming wouldn't choose her? That day she swore that she would not fall for a man with a prince's name. But destiny decided to become playful because a man named prince Caspian Sevastian just shook her life. Oh no!... what about her curse?! Is she going to break the curse spell just to love again?

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

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.

New York never slept. Not really. At two in the morning, the streets still pulsed with yellow taxis, flashing billboards, and strangers chasing things they couldn’t name. Dreams. Money. Love. Revenge. Sometimes all four. Ava Sinclair stood outside Club Rouge with her arms folded tightly across her chest, trying not to freeze in the brutal December wind. Her best friend, Talia, was still inside dancing with some finance guy who wore too much cologne and talked like he owned Manhattan.

Neither of us moving. I had gone to the window before she looked up. Like something had pulled me there. I pressed my hand to the glass. Forty minutes without her was apparently all it took. Yeah. Yeah it was. The knock came past midnight. Three knocks. Quiet. I looked at the door. "Come in," I said. It opened. Reina. Night clothes. Hair loose around her shoulders. No walls on her face, not the careful expression she wore during the day, not the controlled version she showed everyone. Just her, standing in my doorway at midnight.

She came looking for a fresh start. She found something far more complicated. Beatrice has spent years keeping herself afloat — working jobs that drain her, paying bills that never shrink, going home each night to a silence that grows heavier by the day. When a housekeeper position at one of the city's most lavish estates falls into her hands, it feels like the universe finally offering her something gentle. Something quiet. She didn't expect them. Silas is everything danger looks like when it's dressed in elegance. Refined, wickedly intelligent, and devastatingly charming — he speaks in carefully chosen words and looks at her like she's already a secret he intends to keep. Atticus

But that was before she stole my husband and my life. I stop walking, I am definitely lost. Defeated I sit down on a nearby rock, rest my head in my hands and just start sobbing. I lay back on the wet moss basically giving up. It’s getting dark and I see the light of the moon in the sky. It looks like it’s a full moon tonight. Usually I appreciate the full moon, a symbol of change, but I was too miserable to appreciate anything right now. I’m also worried I might have to spend the night out here in the cold, in soaking wet clothing.