Midnight Pleasures Novels & Stories

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

"Is that really you? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me!" I frowned a little when I heard how friendly he sounded. The man was dressed in a sleek black coat that came down to his calves. He had full eyebrows, a straight, tall nose, and there was a handsome freshness about him that I could not quite put into words. Even though it was the middle of winter, he did not look all puffy. His wrist showed off a pretty silver watch. I knew that watch brand. Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin against skin, of the counter rattling under our movements, of Liam’s breathless cries and the low, hungry groans I couldn’t hold back. Every position. Every angle. Every filthy, perfect rhythm. I kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes when he came undone. And then I kept going, chasing my own pleasure, claiming every piece of him until we both collapsed, shaking and breathless. He slumped into my arms, ruined and glowing. “I think,” he panted, “You just broke the damn sink.” I kissed his shoulder. “I’d do it again.”

EVELYN My stolen pleasures continued night after night, each one more enjoyable than the last. His room had become my sanctuary in the dead of night, a place where I surrendered to desires too intense to ignore. The quiet hum of the dark hours felt like a veil, shrouding my forbidden acts in secrecy.

NEW DISTRACTIONS Marco: I hate charity galas. I hate board-room handshakes even more. Give me the cash to count and I’m grinning; give me politicians begging for bribes and I start grinding molars. It was already Midnight. I had just finished my meeting for the night as I stretched holding my suitcase waiting for my guard to bring my umbrella. The rain hadn't stop since afternoon. I climbed into the back of my Maserati, shoulders aching from the forced smiles. Anton, my driver, pulled away from the curb smooth as silk.

“Join me!” María’s pulse quickened. She knew Evie—or thought she did. One of those American girls who lounged on the beach by day, all tanned limbs and carefree laughter. The invitation was dangerous, tempting. She glanced around—no one. The sea glowed, warm and inviting, the moonlight speckling its surface like scattered diamonds. For the first time, María understood the pull of a midnight swim. She tugged her sundress over her head, letting it fall to the sand, leaving only her thin cotton slip. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, her green eyes catching the light as she stepped into the water, the warmth wrapping around her like a lover’s arms.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

"You are not welcome here. Your family destroyed pack culture." "We gave omegas their rights." "You gave them delusions." The guard gestured to Luna. "Your omega should wait outside." "I am ranked," Luna said sharply. "I am an omega with the Midnight's Mark. The Moon Goddess herself chose me." "The Midnight's Mark is a curse. It creates unnatural bonds." The guard looked at Derek. "You poor fool." Derek surprised everyone. "I am blessed. It just took me too long to see it." He stepped closer to Luna.

The skin against skin filled thr room, along with our heavy breathing. I felt the pressure building, tightening low in my belly. “Xavier, I’m close—” “Let go.” His hand slid between us, finding my clit. “Let go for me.” I screamed, pleasure ripping through me so hard I saw white. He followed soon after, buried deep, his body going rigid as he came. He settled into the bed beside me, pulling me along with him. His hand wrapped around my waist, the other brushing my hair away from my face.

Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life, or s it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes. Midnight Feast 2020 FULLY SERVED! Midnight Feast is set on an imaginary world mainly within a place called the continent of Aghar. It encompasses the danger in the lives of humble citizens of Loire kingdom- especially the young orphan Layla, who fell in the hands of the ruthless nobles whose willing to sacrifice others’ lives in exchange for their own safety. Midnight Feast is a dark fantasy story with werewolves as the main characters. It sends a message to readers in an artistic way, unveiling the part of the darkest secret of the mind, the evil inten