Midnight Obsessions Novels & Stories

Khai’s POV Much to Liliths upset Theo and I stake out three following nights waiting for the next ‘rogue attack’ from Dane’s pack. It doesn’t come, not as we expected and that’s three nights of shit sleep in and we’re both on tender hooks. Tonights night four though, and whilst allowing our wolves to take tonight, on the promise we can kip whilst they wait, I’m finding it hard to wind down in Obsidians head. Everything in his mind races like one of those human kids that never stops. The bounce from here the next country over and back and are annoying as fuck but everyone loves them.

Medusa’s echo still haunted parts of the network, corrupting instantiations of A2 when they got too close to its signature. Observer—Niko’s obsessive watchdog—flagged and pinged and pulsed. Minds were saved that might not have been. Some weren’t. In the safehouse, Mila had commandeered as a rehabilitation clinic, one of the Dominion subjects woke screaming every night at 2:17 a.m., convinced he could still feel hands in his thoughts. Another sat in a corner, rocking slowly, whispering, “Not my choices, not my choices,” until her voice gave out.

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?”

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

— I don’t want to be disturbed. The door to my office closes with a muffled silence. Alone. At last. I rise and walk to the bay window. The city sprawls at my feet, a carpet of shimmering lights. I have conquered this landscape. I have built this empire. Yet, the emptiness within me only grows, an abyss that power and money cannot fill. My personal phone vibrates, just once. An unknown number. One word appears on the screen. — Midnight. That’s all. No signature. No questions. An order. An electric shiver runs down my spine, so violent that I have to grip the desk. Fear. Excitement. An intoxicating and toxic mix.

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