Midnight Resident Manhwa Novels & Stories

My fiancé stood me up at our rehearsal dinner at the Sterling family estate. Just before midnight, I got a message from Miles. Kate's pregnant. It's not my kid. But I have to marry her. The kid needs the Sterling name to be seen as legitimate. Our wedding is off for the next three years. We have to keep our distance until then. You need to handle the Alliance elders. Whatever you do, protect Kate from them. Tell everyone you're the one who called it off. I stared at the screen and typed back a single word. Fine. I was done with him. I never wanted to marry him in the first place.

The hotel called, politely reminding me that the condoms used last night were unpaid and had been charged to my membership card. I was stunned. I'd been working late until midnight and hadn't set foot in any hotel. I confronted my husband, the only person who knew my card code. Nathan Phelps looked at me, bewildered. "Honey, that hotel costs over $10,000 a night. I'd never go there. It's probably a system error. Someone must have mistyped the card number. I'll file a complaint tomorrow." Unconvinced, I called my best friend, who managed the hotel. "Tracy, check who Nathan was with at the hotel last night. I'm catching him red-handed."

Peggy is a married woman who has been in need of a child. Not because she needed one at that moment but because the people of that strange town pressured her into it. But Peggy makes a mistake, she ends up sleeping with her husband on the midnight of Halloween and now she is being tortured at any opportunity as part of the rituals. She abandons her son which she found out was destined to destroy the world along side Lucifer his father. However, after growing up, he discovers that it is not the life he wants. He, even after knowing the danger, let his friends start a dangerous and evil quest. Will he or will he not succeed in his goal? Or is he doomed to destiny? Read to find out. First ten chapters are free!

In the middle of a lively night, can you guess what's about to come? In the middle of the busy street, do you realize there is something in the dump? Shane Hoseinzade was peacefully sleeping on the floor when three conservative, loud knocks echoed inside. Would he open the door? On the other side, someone wearing a black cloak and holding a giant scythe is standing on the doorstep. With head bowed down, a pair of mismatched eyes glowed while staring at the door. Patiently waiting for the target to open the door. If you hear three violent knocks on your door at exactly midnight, would you dare to open the door? But what if those violent knocks are the knocks of the person you promised to marry in the future? Death? A grim reaper? A demon? Whoever it is, are you ready to face your fears?

Alpha Grey has been the alpha of the midnight pack for so many years and he'd ruled without an heir and a mate. In the next full moon, Alpha Grey must provide news of the birth of his heir with or without a mate. Emily's heart is shattered by two people she loves dearly_her boyfriend and best friend. Promising herself never to love again, Emily decides to become a single mother through a donor insemination, she is inseminated with the wrong seed. How did this happen? And what would Alpha Grey do when he discovers a weak human will bear him an heir? Would he be ready to keep her by his side or kill her after she births his heir?

She was supposed to be collateral. Anastasia Volkov, daughter of a bankrupt oligarch, is handed to the city’s most feared pakhan to settle a debt she never agreed to pay. Nikolai Morozov does not take prisoners; he takes everything. One look at the trembling girl in his private box at the opera, and he decides her fear tastes like sin. But Anastasia is not the fragile offering she appears. Beneath silk and submission burns a woman who learns to weaponize desire, who carves her name into his skin with the same blade he presses to her throat. In a world of blood oaths and midnight executions, love is the deadliest betrayal. When the past comes to collect its dues, Anastasia must choose: kneel forever… or cut the king down and wear his crown.

Wet Confessions Thirty Taboo Tales You’ll Never Forget Some secrets are whispered. Some are moaned. And some are written between trembling thighs. From steamy offices and dimly lit confessionals to forbidden bedrooms and midnight rendezvous, Wet Confessions is a raw, unapologetically sexy collection of 30 taboo short stories that explore the desires we hide behind closed doors. Every story is a sin dressed in silk. Every character is someone you shouldn’t want but do. And every ending leaves you aching for more. These are the fantasies you never say out loud. The confessions you’d only whisper in the dark. And the kind of love you’re not supposed to crave. Read if you dare. Want more when you're done.

"Oh my God, you look so perfect. You are just the right choice for Alpha Garrick, Zaria." ​Those were the sweet, supportive words my elder sister, Cynthia, whispered as she lovingly braided my hair and laced me into my white maiden silks. I trusted her completely, believing today would be the happiest day of my life. ​I walked into the Selection Ceremony with my head held high, ready to be claimed by my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Garrick. ​Instead, I walked straight into a trap. ​In front of the entire pack, My fated mate chose my sister to be his Luna over me. ​I begged Garrick. I reminded him of our years together, our promises, and everything I had sacrificed for him. But my desperate pleas only fed their cruelty. Garrick sneered, calling me a pathetic, weak disgrace, while Cynthia watched with cold amusement as the pack laughed at my humiliation. ​I was banished to be killed. ​Bleeding, humiliated, and left to die, I fully expected the wild rogues to tear me apart. ​Instead, I ran straight into the chest of a myth. ​Alpha Cassian. The Midnight King. The most feared, ruthless Lycan on the continent. ​I expected death from the monster in the shadows. Instead,He offered me a choice: safety, power, and the ultimate revenge against the pack that discarded me. ​He is giving me an empire to crush my enemies, but he refuses to tell me why. I don't know what the Midnight King wants from a broken wolf like me, or what price he will demand when the blood settles. ​But as I look back at the borders of the pack that destroyed me, I realize I don't care about his secrets. I only care about their ruin.

This year, as the country's leading neurosurgeon, I was invited to perform a high-profile specialist surgery at a hospital in another state. Twenty years ago, I stood in this very operating room. My mother suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the surgeon's hand slipped by less than a quarter of an inch. She died. Back then, it was my first love, Ethan Lancaster, who helped me through the grief. Only later did I learn the truth. The surgeon listed on the case was Ethan's father, the hospital's renowned Chief of Neurosurgery. But the one actually holding the scalpel was Ethan himself, still a surgical resident at the time. He and Vanessa Hart had planned it all along. They used my mother's operation as a practice case to advance his career. After the tragedy, Vanessa used her status as the hospital director's daughter to bury the entire incident. From that day forward, I gave up my guaranteed research placement and sat for medical school entrance exams again. I studied from undergraduate through postdoctoral training. I spent twenty full years turning myself into the kind of surgeon who would never make that mistake. All so that one day, no one else would have to suffer the same tragedy my mother did. Today, my assistant slid a patient's file across the desk. Brainstem tumor. Late stage. Extremely high risk. The face in the photo had aged considerably, but I recognized it at a glance. I handed the file back to my assistant and removed my surgical coat. “I can't perform this surgery.”

After seven years of marriage, my wife had rarely asked me to accompany her back to her parents' home. She always said she didn't want me stepping into that cramped, crowded little house and feeling wronged. This year, during the New Year, I happened to be in the city where my in-laws lived for a business trip. By chance, I came across a local video online. It was posted by a resident of an upscale neighborhood. "Mom, Dad, my beloved wife and son—thank you for giving an orphan like me a complete and happy life." The elderly couple in the video were dressed in the same high-end outfits I had bought for my in-laws. I thought of how frugal they had always been, how they lived simply and spared every penny. A decision formed in my mind: tomorrow, I would buy them a place in that very neighborhood, in their name, so they could enjoy a comfortable retirement. It would be my small act of filial piety. But the next day, the moment I stepped into the residential complex, I saw my in-laws coming downstairs—with my wife and a child. Could it be that my wife had secretly bought them an apartment? I pressed my lips together, about to step forward, when a man rushed over and caught my father-in-law just as he nearly stumbled. "Dad, careful now." My footsteps froze. My wife was an only child. I had never heard of any foster relatives. He called my father-in-law "Dad." Then… who was I?