Midnight's Kiss Novels & Stories

He didn’t release me immediately, lingering for a moment, his hands still cupping my face, his silver eyes filled with a quiet, profound affection. “Midnight wanderings can lead to beautiful discoveries,” he murmured, his voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the room. And as he leaned down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was as gentle and tender as the quiet moments we had shared in the kitchen, I knew this was another kind of peace, a quiet intimacy that blossomed in the heart of the night, a silent promise of enduring affection in the comforting sanctuary of his arms.

He seems amused as our eyes lock together. “No, I don’t remember that at all. My dreams have never revealed such a thing.” I feel completely appalled to learn that in the past I was promised to someone else, but it still doesn’t explain the curse or what it has to do with midnight. Not yet. “Well,” Ramsey begins. “At the stroke of midnight is when you two mated. That is the only other hint I’m going to give you for now. Maybe you’ll have sweet dreams tonight and dream of who that man was. You can tell me all about it in the morning.”

But before she knew it, she was responding to the kiss he offer. It wasn’t gentle. It was rough, punishing and possessive. “Mine.” Midnight growls. He hoisted her up as Rio snaked both of her arms around his nape, bringing him closer, and deepening the passionate kiss they shared. She drew him toward her with her eyes, he inclined his face toward hers and lay his mouth on her mouth. The rims of their eyes yielding, inflamed with desires they were lost of. She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her immobile and completely on his mercy.

Estefan turned to Kaitlyn, pulling her close as the countdown to midnight began. “Five, four, three.” The anticipation in the air was electric. Kaitlyn’s heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she gazed up at Estefan, feeling the world around them stand still. “Two, one…” As the clock struck midnight, Estefan leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. Kaitlyn closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment. And while the world celebrated the beginning of a new year, Michael sat on the couch, staring at Melissa, his eyes searching hers for an answer he wasn’t sure he had.

He whispered back making me smile, he suddenly pulled me by the neck and slammed his lips on mine, sucking and kissing me with fierceness, “Fuck why do you look starved?” I moaned into the kiss “Of course, you've been starving me” He smirked. The defeating loud bang on the door made us flinch and we turned to see that Midnight was gone “What just happened?” I asked holding my fast-beating heart “Looks like she left and mistakenly slammed the door” I sighed and wondered if it was really a mistake. Nicklaus tried to pull me in for a kiss, but I smiled and bent closer to his ear and whispered

“shh! It's okay, my vixen. Are the demons in your head back?. He asked softly. Salvatore gently turned her so she faced him. She nodded like a toddler. Salvatore kissed her forehead and then he gave a slow and passionate kiss on the lips. These were the types of kisses that calmed her vicious heart. Then he turned her around and spooned her. Since he was way larger, he covered her entirely. After a few minutes, she began to enjoy the heat emanating from him in the cold night, then, her breathing evened and she slept off.

My skin you seek in her neck. I press against him. My mouth two centimeters from his. — Tonight, I'm waiting for you at midnight. In the guest room. Not a minute later. I see the struggle in his eyes. The desire. The shame. The hunger. And he gives in, I know it. So I kiss him with passion and fury. I lower myself slowly while looking him straight in the eyes, I get on my knees. I caress his sex through his pants. He closes his eyes and savors my touch.

The room could not have erupted at any higher volume. Marian and Reyland kissed again, this time, the Lycan King raised his mate against his chest, lifting her by the waist, her feet off the ground, her arms around his neck, as her tongue found his and tears spilled from her eyes. She caught the wreath as it fell off his head and placed it on her own head. Reyland raised her higher, never once breaking their kiss. A loud gong sounded. It was five minutes to midnight; time for the main event.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

His hand struck my face so hard that blood started trickling from the corner of my mouth. Waiters and customers all around us stopped and stared in shock. They glanced at Edwin, who was dressed in fancy clothes from head to toe, and then back at me. Whispers and looks of judgment started to spread. Edwin was just as surprised by Matthew's sudden slap. He wrapped his arms around me, his face full of worry. I saw Edwin's hands ball into fists, ready to fight back, but I held him back with a calm hand. "Matthew, always playing the innocent party, huh? Why don't you tell them about the time you brought your pregnant girlfriend home on Christmas Eve and left me alone in the snow? That's when we l