Midnight Obsessions Novels & Stories

I hated being alone. “Sleep, pretty boy.” He says to me after a while. My eyes slightly widen as I realize I've been staring into blank space. I lie on the bed, backing him. I don't want to see him. I'm okay with feeling his presence around me and I can't sleep. I just fucking can't. I let him see the vulnerable part of me. The ugly side of Adrian Petrov. The part of me that I've tried to keep hidden but the nightmare brings them back.

Something he tried to bury but couldn’t. And I’m caught in the middle. I open a new message to the unknown number that’s been texting me. My fingers hover for a long moment before I type: Meet me. No games. No shadows. Tomorrow night, 9 PM. The old observatory. I hit send. This time, there’s a reply almost immediately. “Come alone.” I stare at the screen, my pulse in my ears. If it’s Dominic, he’ll come. And if it’s not… then I’ll finally know who’s been haunting me.

I moaned loudly, legs wrapping around him as he fucked me deep and fast. “Harder,” I gasped. “I need it rough tonight.” He gave it to me, pounding into me until the couch creaked. I came hard, crying out his name, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing the stranger’s distorted voice. After we finished, I lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin. “Elias…” I said softly. “I heard about a place. The Midnight Club. People say it’s exclusive… dark… exciting. I want to go with you.”

Like he was a perfect judge presiding over a courtroom, completely untouchable. Seconds bled into minutes, and minutes stretched into a grueling hour. I was still dancing, but my movements were sluggish, heavy with absolute exhaustion. My legs shook violently; my throat felt like sandpaper. The maid had brought the bottle of water an hour ago, leaving it on the edge of the desk, but I didn't dare reach for it. I was too terrified to even try.

Watching her body jolt with every thrust. Milo hit play on the side monitor—the bedroom orgy clip, synced audio. Toni's wails layered over Layla's gasps. "Layered audio," he said, voice thick. "Makes it... immersive." His own hand dipped into his cargo shorts, stroking lazy circles over his bulge. The fabric tented.

I'll try my best to make that happen very soon. I turned off the bright light of the room then left the night light on, laid on the bed with my side and ready to drive into sleep. What an awesome achievement I've had? Nothing was going to come my way now, not Eve, not even Justin. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of glass breaking and that got me to instantly snap my eyes open. What was that? I jumped to my feet, getting into a pair of slippers by the floor of the bed.

"She doesn't know about our world. It's better this way." "She's so perfect. So fragile." His voice broke with agony. "If she finds out what kind of monster I really am, she'll be terrified." My heart almost stopped. Ryder... wasn't human? "Bullshit," one of his buddies jeered. "If you’re so tough, then stop whining on that encrypted forum every night. 'Midnight_Howler'... real creative." Midnight_Howler. I memorized the ID. I slipped back to my room and opened my laptop. I found the hidden forum called "The Den". With a few tricks, I registered and got in.

The Black-Glass Flats didn't reflect the moon; they swallowed it. At midnight, the scorched obsidian desert outside Neo-Tokyo was a sea of absolute shadow, broken only by the occasional, jagged shimmer of a tectonic crack. But tonight, the silence was vibrating. A low-frequency hum, like the sound of a thousand hornets trapped in a jar, rolled across the glass.

Safety is assured while unfinished business is handled elsewhere. Sleep last night came in broken pieces. Short, shallow, useless. Dreams kept dragging her into them anyway. Her voice. Her weight beside me. Her warmth close enough to reach for. Waking did nothing to dull that need. Last night ended alone. Tonight will not. Something shifts tonight, something permanent. Obsession has had too much time to grow unchecked. Each hour sharpens it, pares away hesitation until only intent remains. One simple truth stands out above all others. Only preparation stopped action last night. The house wasn’t ready then.