Midnight Novels & Stories

Rafael Achilles Cordova is the notoriously cold CEO of Cordova Industries, unrivaled in the business world. Raised as the successor of his father's company, he poured his life into preparing to inherit the company and grew up with no other interests. No care for women, money, or life in general. For all 29 years of his life, he lived purely for the sake of carrying out his duty without divulging into a single frivolity. And yet, why couldn't he get his mind off of the bright violet eyes of a particular little lady who randomly entered his life one day? Why was there a fuzzy feeling in his chest at a mere glimpse of her? Why did it feel like his entire world was collapsing with only a si

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

These were all written in blood. The night drew closer and campers were all inside their tent when the hungry-looking beast walked into camp dropping the note he had written in the middle of the camp. The beast left. The night was long, the moon hung high in the velvety night sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the camp tents. Stars shimmered like distant diamonds, forming constellations that whispered stories. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. It was the dawn of a new day, the sun shone brightly making it a lovely day.

It was almost dusk. Everyone began dispersing one after the other, leaving Dante to deal with his pains. King Edwardo found his Queen leaning on the rail on the balcony with a drink in her hand. He walked quietly to her and wrapped his arms around her, startling her. “Your Highness,” She chuckled. “You startled me.” He rested his head on her shoulders and stared at the starless sky. “No stars tonight,” he mumbled. “It’s still too early, your highness. You don’t expect to see stars at this time,” Adora told him. He mumbled something inaudible in response.

’ She answers, and I smile. ‘Thank you.’ I say and look at my phone, and see it’s 8 AM in the morning. I wonder if Nora is awake, and I search for her mind, but I find her still sleeping. ‘Dawn is nicer than I. She waits for Nora to wake up.’ Midnight, tell me. ‘Dawn? Is that her wolf?’ I ask. ‘Yes, and my twin.’ Midnight says. ‘Twin? But I thought there had never been twin girls before.’ I answer.

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.

The sound of crickets and owls from the surrounding forest at night was as loud as the frogs croaking during rainy days. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, slowly blown by the wind. It was almost midnight, three hours since Zev put Layla to bed. It had been that long for him to endure the soft whimpers coming from her. She would yap and yip some time then suddenly grunt. Like an adorable young pup she was, Zev tolerated her. But his patience had its limit. When Layla started nibbling on his bare chest, he was forced to push her away while kneading his brows.

I smiled, relaxing under his hand. Then my eyes snapped open when I remembered that by Twelve in midnight is a new day and a new year. “Is it almost midnight?” I asked, “I don't know but we should be close to midnight” Gideon answered, I pulled away quickly. I and Rylee’s new year ritual, staying on face time until midnight. “What happened? Where are you going?” He asked when he stepped out of the tub. “I have to face Rylee right now,” I said, rushing towards the shower. Gideon leaned against the wall, watching me scrub my body. While fidgeting, “Pass me the towel”

The empire never rested, but midnight belonged solely to them. It started as a new ritual three weeks ago, born from one particularly intense night when Raven, now heavily pregnant with their seventeenth child, had woken Damien at exactly 12:00 AM with her face between his legs, begging to be used. Since then, it became law in their penthouse. Every single night at midnight, no matter how late the meetings ran, no matter how exhausted she was from carrying their growing legacy, Raven would crawl to him.

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. Below the message was one final