Novel & Cerita Midnight Obsessions

Dreams… sometimes when a dream has fears, despairs, and loneliness, it has another name known as, Nightmares. Yang Tian-Xu never had a nightmare before, only because he had everything. No fears, no despairs, and never lonesome. However, that night the dream he had was the worst dream he could have ever dreamt of, and never again would he ever want to dream of it again.

MEL POV I don’t think I have slept so soundly before in my entire life. No nightmares. No headaches. Nothing at all. I could barely even remember what had happened yesterday. Well apart from the part where I found out my mother was abused in her loveless marriage and that I was the love child between her and a mafia lord. I couldn’t never forget that even if tried. “Halo.” Dante opens the room’s door and peeks his head in. “Decent enough in there?”

he murmured, striding towards the other direction. I ran after him, giggling excitedly while he shook his head. *** We took Sandro's car. Marco drove silently while I talked with my friends in our group chat. Jack mentioned that he'd successfully broken into the most popular entertainment news channel. All we had to do was schedule our hijack to the highest viewership time, which would be 5pm to 7pm in the evening. Flora: Let's do it tomorrow. Jack: Obviously! Me: I need a make over. I look like shit and I can't afford to appear before my fans looking like a scarecrow.

His long list of prestigious achievements nearly blinded me in the dark. From that day on, I channeled the same energy I had for my SATs, grinding and committing to volumes of botanical facts. I’d flex my knowledge on botanical trivia while we talked online. Of course, there were the occasional thirst-trap photos I would drop here and there. I made sure not to show my face, just giving out the vibes. Six months later, the cynical closeted romantic dropped his holy act and was eager to lock me down. Amused, I asked him in a feigned vulnerable voice, “But what if I’m ugly? What if my looks make you hurl for a week straight?”

I was really enjoying this and didn't even get why we were obeying her. Rachel groaned. “Ang, we were in the middle of—” “Middle of nothing,” Angela cut her off. “New game. Never Have I Ever. By the fire pits. Clothes on this time, unless you want Principal Hale on speed dial again.” A few people groaned. Damien just grinned. “Finally. Some real talk.” Sara was already climbing out, grabbing a towel. “Jordan, come on. You’re not allowed to sit out and stare at him all night.”

However, the exact next millisecond, the residual trauma throbbing across her wrist and the dry, cracked scar line tracing her lower lip dragged her awareness violently back to reality on the board. Only a few hours prior, the suffocating respiration of this man, his underlying hostility, and the unsuppressed tremor that coursed through his massive frame as he drove his fist flat into the headboard had explicitly demonstrated the absolute danger and pathology governing the Sovereign of Obsidian City. Yet at this coordinate on the timeline, the tyrant who had nearly consumed her system the night before was defenselessly coiled within the pink coordinates of a children's suite. The structural

“But on my own terms. I need a private sit-down with her tomorrow regardless.” “About what?” Teo snapped, his territorial streak flaring up again. “None of your business,” Nic replied coolly. Teo huffed, but he went quiet. “I didn't know we were heading to the club at midnight,” I muttered. I’d actually planned on staying back at the Estate, lurking near the service quarters. Tonight was the night. Midnight. In our world, the ‘Noir’ awakening—that moment the high-tech psychological conditioning and the raw biker instinct fully synced—happened at eighteen. For Daniels, it was going to be intense. It’s a rush of adrenaline and sensory overload that can break a person if they're alone. I wanted

Was. It had begun to drizzle, the cold droplets landing softly on my skin and the ground beneath our feet, gently splashing rain drops and dirt together in a way that smelled like earth and endings. I clenched my jaw and told him about the Black Rose. I told him that I'd gone deep, too deep, and that I couldn't go back to the NHPD. I think I broke my oath, I told him, and I don't know what's wrong with me. I should have definitely listened to his advice and not delved in deeper, I told him. I couldn't help it because it was killing me inside, eating away at me piece by piece until there was nothing left but this obsession.

When I went up to my room, the first thing I did was keep that devilish doll under lock and key in my desk, for nothing in the world did I want to wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and see her by my side because if that happened I would probably have a heart attack. That night I made myself comfortable in my bed and started a new reading while sipping my inevitable cup of coffee. I was so immersed in that fantasy world that my incoming call bell scared me. I turned to look at the clock and discovered that it was a little after midnight, who was thinking of calling me at that time? Was it a life or death emergency? I stared at my phone without being able to decide what to do

It looked like that there’s a young man confessing his feeling of love to the apple of his eyes. “Wow! It’s really beautiful!” Qeiza spontaneously admired the charms of the sparks on the night sky. The moon—which was still shrouded in clouds—actually increased the charms of the newly released fireworks. All of sudden Dae Hyun’s face with his intoxicating smile incarnated in the center of the beautiful circle of the sparks. “God!” Qeiza blessed and blinked fast. She was rubbing her eyes with unbelievable feeling. She might need to see a doctor. Lately she’s been frequently hallucinating.