Midnight Resident Manhwa Novels & Stories

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

Patrina's eyes snapped open in the darkness, her heart pounding with a sudden decision. She lay motionless in her bed, counting the heartbeats that marked time's passage as she waited for the house to fall silent. The opulent room, still hers despite days of servants’ labor, felt more like a taunt than a comfort. Moonlight spilled through parted curtains, casting silver paths across the floor that beckoned toward the door. She didn't need to see clearly to know that this might be her only chance. For five days she had scrubbed floors and polished silver while Nyxios watched with that infuriating patience. Tonight, she would prove him wrong. Tonight, she would escape.

Xander stated before walking away with his minions. Kimorra turned to Dante who stepped away from her cautiously. She smiled at him. "Hey, there's no need to be afraid. I'm not as spoiled as that an-child who thinks he can bully anyone. My name is Kim, you?" She introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake. Dante stared skeptically at it. "I already know who you are and I know you know my name. We might not have spoken before but you have seen around way too many times," Dante spoke, suspiciously.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

DEAR READER, This chapter may contain some graphical and erotic details, proceed with caution. -------- EMMA'S POV The cool ethereal moonlight pouring in from my room's window intensifies as all my previous worries vanishes into thin air. The world, as I could recall, stood still as my fixated gaze held in his features. All I could see now was Alpha Kai's silhouette draped in the moonlight, his perfectly outlined shoulders edging off an air of intrigue. I tilted my head slightly as I felt his heated gaze raking over me, sensations sprouting from all the corners of my body.

I called out again and fell on the bed laughing. "What? What did she say?" he asked, shaking my laughing form. But I kept guffawing imagining her face. *** "C'mon, let's sleep" Jimin whined, pulling on the sleeve of my night dress. "It's midnight". I was sending some requests on some paranormal websites about helping Jimin. I had researched taking his latest characteristics but there were still some voids in between. Finally, after cross-checking, I found six websites that matched my suspicions and I was sending them messages.

She cautiously made her way down, emerging into a small room. "What the . . ." she started. The tunnel dead-ended about twenty feet down, but the wall next to it had been dug out for about ten feet and reinforced with steel. There was actually a queen-sized bed, some plastic vines decorating the walls and partially covering a mural . . . a depiction of a beach and a sunset. It brought the real world into the tunnel . . . making it home. There was a bookshelf and a dresser, almost like a real-world bedroom. There were some clothes hanging over the back of a chair . . . red leather pants and a redshirt. It was definitely where Red stayed. It was a strange space, not at all the way Jane picture

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

In the middle of the night, as stars shimmered above and the moon shined throughout the dark ink sky, its light lighted the way of our beloved character who currently was up to no good, now you're probably wondering why was she still awake on this unholy time. Well to answer your question Midnight isn't your typical 15 years old, no she was far more mature than most kids of her age and what she was about to do can send her straight to jail with a life's worth of imprisonment. With that looming thought in mind, didn't even phase her one bit for money was still money and if she doesn't do this then her head will be the price for the collateral damage.