Novel & Cerita Midnight Run Book

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

BUSHWINND TOWN 22:00PM After spending the last hours in deep thought laying in my bed, allowing myself to get to a point of madness. Running has always been a coping mechanism for me especially after my mother’s death, it has always helped me keep sane in an unstable world and find a sense of peace. For some reason I have a weird obsession of wanting to run in the night in the cold and empty streets.

Alpha,” Micah stopped me, then continued, “People will start showing up for the run. They’ll be partying and expecting you to be here to greet them. Let me finish up with my work and I’ll go get Celia and the babies, then swing by and pick up Kate. You need to get ready for the run. You’re leading the first group.” I hated to stay and wanted nothing more than to be with her, but Micah was right I needed to be here and greet everyone. The run was one of the highlights for the pack. The trail we were going to take led up the mountain and down the other side. Once we cleared the mountain paths, we would head toward the lake. The exciting part for most on the run was that we were going around th

It felt like a physical touch, a precursor to what was coming. When Midnight moved into the room, he didn't make a sound. He simply appeared, a darker shape moving through the dark. He reached back and closed the glass door behind him, the lock engaging with a soft, final click that seemed to echo through the entire apartment. Tonight, he looked less like a phantom and more like a man, though that didn't make him any less terrifying. He wore a black button-down shirt and dark trousers, but no shoes. The sight of his bare feet on her white marble floor felt strangely, uncomfortably intimate. It stripped away the formality of his intrusion, making the space feel like it belonged to him as much

Legs-he'd called me Legs. I continued running until all thought focused on my next step. At twelve miles, I reached a point where nothing matteredthe scenery, temperature, or Killian memories, and I kept going. Eventually, I hit the last low-angled hill, which took me back to my apartment. But- it didn't matter how many miles I ran, I still couldn't get a good night's sleep.

“Just a few minutes alone. Please.” They let me go. I slipped through a side exit into the cool night air. The back entrance of the Midnight Club was quiet, hidden behind a tall stand of trees. I moved as fast as my sore body would allow, heart pounding. I didn’t call a taxi, I just ran, barefoot, wearing only the thin robe, cum still leaking down my thighs, I ran into the night. Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled through dark streets, away from the club, away from Sarah, away from Elias and Damien and Victor, away from the beautiful nightmare that had consumed me.

##Chapter 14: Cassidy Book One: Stay It's not quite seven in the morning as I run through the sleeping streets of the small-town Western University calls home. The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, washing everything in a soft pink glow. The air is crisp, the leaves overhead vibrant in their orange, red, and yellow colors.

"Okay, okay. Well, the nickname first came to me because of a book I have read. You know the one with the psychopath that killed his victims every midnight." Jasmine frowned in distaste. Is this girl courting death? Why would she name a stranger after a psychopath? "The one you kept calling your baby? That died in the end and you mourned him for a whole week?" Ryder nodded. "He was precious and adorable and didn't deserve all that happened to him. My baby deserved all the love in the world." She stubbornly defended a psychopath from a book. The book was written by the same author that had written "The Ashen Soul" that she was currently reading, titled "Who Killed Midnight". This book was one

Milo's Point of View: I rolled my wrist, popping it as I finished up the last sentence in my latest book, Find Me At Midnight. I smiled and saved it on my computer before I sent it to my editor, just making the deadline then sighed, getting to my feet. Just in time for my nightly walk too! Maybe I'll run into a vampire. I held back a shiver of excitement, wondering if tonight would finally be the night as I picked up my travel mug of coffee and practically ran towards the door, snatching my jacket up off the table by the door then slipped it on as I disappeared outside to head for the park, sipping on my coffee. It's been so long since I've become obsessed with the supernatural, but I still

Dinner was being served, so I fixed myself a plate—rice, beans, and chicken—and sat down to methodically refuel. The race director stood up and briefed us on tomorrow’s run: twenty-nine miles beginning at five o’clock, with two river crossings and seven miles running on the exposed beach. That was the final day, followed by the awards ceremony and celebrations. Making a note to take extra sunscreen, I got up and limped to bed with all the other runners.