Midnight Pleasures Novels & Stories

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.

Sofia The Midnight Lounge was Moonveil’s crown jewel—a place whispered about in glossy magazines and exclusive circles, but never openly advertised. A single black door stood on an unmarked street, guarded by a man in a sharp suit whose gaze assessed everything in a second flat. Once inside, the world shifted. Amber light spilled across polished marble, the ceilings lost in a haze of gold and shadow. The air hummed with low jazz and quiet power. Conversations were soft but deliberate, a hundred little games being played under the cover of music and laughter.

Sienna smiled politely at everyone. She stayed close to Julian and played the role of the happy fiancée. But inside, she felt Adrian’s cum continue to leak out of her. It soaked into her skin and reminded her of the rough fucking she had just received. She sipped her champagne and shifted her weight. More cum trickled down. The sensation made her clit pulse. She pressed her thighs tighter together. The risk of someone noticing the wetness on her legs added another layer of thrill. A bride escaping to enjoy the pleasure of a past experience

The alarms stayed quiet. The night held its breath a few seconds more and became morning. 12:00 A.M. — EARLIER THAT NIGHT The penthouse sat in the sky like a lacquered box. Music swam through it—Smokey Robinson’s voice smoothing the edges off midnight: Let me be the clock, tick-tock… The bathroom was a small cathedral of marble, candlelight peeling itself along the walls, lavender oil steeping in the steam. Josephine Martin reclined, towel tented over her eyes, not asleep but near it—Deputy Foreign Affairs on a night with no briefings. The city glimmered floor-to-ceiling beyond the glass, a quilt of white squares with little plans inside them.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

The main branch of the Midnight Resort is a humble 12-story building complex found in the more ancient parts of the city. It takes up about half the city block so what it lacks in height, it makes up for in width. It is a well-known place for its numerous entertainment centers, video game arcades, computer cafes, dance clubs, and event venues. But what it’s really known for are the rumors… Rumors of it housing a hotel/pleasure house which can only be accessed from a specific entrance somewhere at the back.

The slight movement of her head made a smile spread on Midnight's face, a smile that was hidden by the darkness of the room that the dim light from the desk lamp could barely subside. "We will have fun, I promise you." Midnight beamed like a little kid and for a second he forgot himself. With his brain momentarily shut down, he kissed Ryder's face one more time, his lips grazing the corner of her lips. Ryder shivered violently thinking of only one thing: ... This scene seems familiar... EXTRA: Midnight's friend: YOU GOTTA GO OUT THERE AND GO GET HER Midnight: Get her where? Midnight's friend: ... [face-palm]

Maya My first six months at the Midnight Casino had gone like this. He'd show up every Friday night around 10: p.m., pay for a private show, and until I closed around 3:00 a.m., I was his. Wholly. “Tease your nipples for me, carino,” he murmured, watching me closely. God, his voice. It did crazy things to me. “Like this?” I purred, tweaking my nipples and I could hear his breathing turn uneven.

ADELE’S POV The palace was quiet, the kind of deep, heavy silence that only comes late at night when everyone else is asleep. Moonlight spilled through the half-open curtains, silver and cool across the bed. I was already in my nightgown—a thin silk slip the color of midnight, short enough that it barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. I’d chosen it on purpose earlier, telling myself it was just comfortable, but really I knew better. I was playing the same game he was.