Midnight Obsessions Novels & Stories

My mind is scattered in too many directions. All at once, I feel utterly exhausted, beat down. My bruises from the game are still healing, and all I can think about is crawling into my bed. Murmuring a final goodnight, I head down the hall to my bedroom. Just as I get my shirt off, I hear the front door slam. Dani’s disappointed, no doubt.

SHE CALLS AT MIDNIGHT Dominic is finally falling asleep on the couch because the bed feels too empty and too full of memories and the couch in the living room at least doesn't have the weight of their shared history pressing down on him and his phone is buzzing and it's past midnight and he's reaching for it without fully waking up and he's seeing her name on the screen and his entire body is jolting awake because she's calling him and she's breaking the silence that's been stretching between them for five endless days.

It was the Triad’s night. Victor placed his hand on the small of my back, his long fingers splaying over the midnight-blue silk of my dress, guiding me through the threshold. The atmosphere inside the Obsidian Room was electric, vibrating with a playful, yet intensely suspenseful anticipation. The sprawling space had been reconfigured. The heavy, industrial suspension rigs had been pushed to the periphery, leaving the center of the room open, covered in a massive, circular expanse of plush, dark velvet mats.

Nora P.O.V The midnight moon beat down relentlessly on the docks, casting sharp shadows across the rusting cargo containers and the cold, grey water of the harbor. The salty tang of the sea mixed with the faint, lingering scent of fish and diesel, creating an atmosphere that was both oppressive and charged with tension. I sat in the driver’s seat of the unmarked car, fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel as my eyes scanned the area, taking in every movement, every suspicious figure lingering near the shipping crates. The steady ticking of the clock on the dashboard only seemed to stretch out the uncertainty of what was about to unfold, each second a reminder that we were te

The doctor was still speaking There was no one. Ben was an orphan and didn’t have anyone except from her .Lilian couldn’t catch a break . Everything was just going wrong for her. " Doctor Samuel!! He's awake" A nurse rushed to inform the doctor .

The first Moon-born noticed immediately. “You’re becoming like us already.” Lira’s chest tightened painfully. “I don’t want to lose myself.” The woman’s expression softened. “That’s the cruelest part.” “What?” “You don’t lose yourself all at once.” Silence. “It happens piece by piece.” The wind across the battlefield suddenly changed. Colder. Sharper. The first Moon-born looked toward the crimson moon immediately. Her expression darkened. “Midnight.” The High Enforcer’s face tightened. “What happens at midnight?”

Obsession is a dangerous kind of devotion. It was 5:16 a.m. The sky outside was still a navy bruise, and Manhattan was eerily quiet, like the city itself was holding its breath. So was she. Isabella blinked sleepily, alone in the vast bed that still smelled of Damian—salt and cedarwood and sin. Her limbs ached in the most delicious ways, reminders of everything that had happened just hours ago. But it wasn’t the ache that woke her. It was the silence. The kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful, but alert—like a held breath before a scream.

I feel them tasting Midnight’s paths—what it could become. A dead world. A conquered one. A wild one. A thriving one. I step forward, pulling gently out of Ethan’s grip. “You’re here because Midnight broke pattern.” “Yes.” “And you want to see if we’ll collapse under the weight of it.” “Yes.” I nod slowly. “Then stop watching from the edges.” The Observers still. “Come closer,” I say, voice steady despite the tremor in my chest. “If you’re going to judge us, do it here.”

'''' He went out and I was still thinking what happened? I thought he would be rude and he will humiliate me and force me tonight but there he was going out of the room and I was still not understanding him. That man was so unpredictable. One moment he was acting like a beast and the next moment he was so caring and then he was showing that he didn't even care if I exist. What was he ?? What was ge trying to do???? I had the food and I saw the medicine in the tray. They might be for my wound. I didn't take them at first. But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.