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

Was he grateful that I helped him because he didn't even say thank you. I sighed and forced myself to eat the dry sandwich. I hated that combination. I can't even order food because it's late and my house is quite far from the market, it makes it hard for me to find a restaurant which makes deliveries here. I finished eating and sighed at the peanut butter jar when the doorbell suddenly rang. I looked at the door scared, no one had rang my door bell that late. It was almost 9.30 in the night. I debated on whether I should answer the door or not, I should have left it unattended. Opening the door was the biggest mistake in my life.

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

As always. She's now seventeen and her life seems to run out of light. She prepared herself. Energetic or not, she has to make it to school before it's seven o'clock or else, her teacher will not be happy about it. She eats a simple breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich and a cup of instant coffee, she even saw a mice dart from behind the peanut butter jar. Not that she minds of course. She did before, but now, these critters were her only companions in her terribly dreary life. At last, after less than fifteen minutes, Kara is ready to get out of that dilapidated house and head out to where activity rules every nook and cranny of the bustling city. ****

ADY It's almost midnight, but our town and maybe even other places still don't have power. Even though the storm was terrible, Granny's radio, which must have been around my age and ran on batteries, was still working while we watched the news. The storm has completely flooded many locations, making them unreachable. The storm didn't bring wind, but it did bring water and rain that didn't stop for 9 hours. I was on the bed, looking at the candle on the table next to me.

Ryder thought this was a practical solution. However, Jake had other thoughts. "Is this... Is this why you decided to call me Midnight?" He asked bewildered. Did this girl really name him after the time of the night she would kick him off her house? "All of the three times you showed up at midnight. That's why." As soon as she explained it, Ryder walked inside the house and locked the door behind her. EXTRA: Jake at home: *opens the "Who killed Midnight* document on his laptop*