Midnight's Kiss Novels & Stories

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

she described all the kinky things they did last night, the guy was apparently an owner of a club downtown. I am amused by the way she talks about this guy because she blushes. When did this girl ever blush about her conquests?! Never. I shake my head with her amusing antics. We spent the whole afternoon watching 'Lucifer'. This series is an entertaining one especially, getting involved with a certain devil. The way he was created is like out of the books. It was already nearing night time, we should be there by six-thirty in the evening. I finished baking banana muffins for Raffaele and cheesecake for their mother since I don't know what she would like.

Ava’s text back to me is relatively the same as what I’ve just said. “Oh, great, and Ava can’t pick either!” “Well, what do you think your New Year’s kiss will like you in?” “What kiss?” I deadpan. “Who says I’m kissing someone at midnight? And since when is that a mandatory thing?”

She stood there for a moment longer, the quiet settling around her again, her pulse still not quite steady. “Great,” she muttered under her breath as she turned the key in the door. “First kiss in forever, and it’s with something that could kill me without breaking a sweat.” When she made it inside, Luke was there, leaning in the doorway with a cup of tea in hand, looking like he had been dragged out of sleep and hadn’t quite forgiven the world for it. “Were you just outside kissing Mr Midnight of the Blackhand Mafia?” She held his gaze for a second, then walked past him toward the stairs.

"Well, according to English and German folklore, the first person you encounter in the new year – and the nature of this encounter – sets the tone for the coming year. A kiss at midnight is meant to bring about a year full of successful romantic life, while no kiss..." "...a life of loneliness. Great." I frowned. No wonder I was so lonely. "Well, to be fair," Damien tilted his head, considering, "it would only be a year, not the rest of your life. According to folklore, that is." I'd had thirty-two years saying otherwise. "Are you planning on kissing me at midnight?" I asked. "Ha ha," Damien huffed quietly, rolling his eyes. "I wasn't joking," I said flatly. "I'm asking you, asshole. Unless

Just to know what those lips taste like but it will be wrong. Her eyes fluttered slightly as she leaned closer. “Give me my midnight kiss.” Her voice lowered into the faintest whisper as she closed her eyes. Did I hear her right? I don’t care right now. I placed her head back on the pillow and put her hands into the blanket. I leaned down and pecked her soft lips quickly and left the room before she woke up again. -

She needed time to adjust… time to *accept*. I tightened my grip on her waist, pressing her into me until there was no space left. “Wake up at midnight, kiss me, then go back to sleep. Wake early, kiss me, and sleep again. Wake late, kiss me before your bath. After bathing, kiss me again. Before breakfast, kiss me. After breakfast—”

so obviously something is wrong in this universe. A soft pat lands on my shoulder. And just like that, the dream dissolves and I’m dragged—ripped—back into my very real, very unwanted life. I blink awake to see one of the maids hovering over me in her black-and-white uniform. Her smile is polite, stiff, the kind you put on when you’re too afraid to show you actually feel anything. “Good evening, ma’am. Master Roland asked me to call you down for dinner.” Evening?

Midnight blurred into heat, into whispered praise, into fingers trembling against skin, into kisses that lingered like promises, into a kind of intimacy I would never forget. I didn’t wake up gently. I woke up because someone knocked, light, rhythmic taps followed by the unmistakable shuffle of multiple feet outside our villa door. For a moment I panicked, disoriented and still half drunk on the way Crest had ruined me at midnight. I shifted, wincing slightly, and felt the cool weight of the diamond necklace resting against my collarbone. Right, diamonds, my man, my birthday. Crest, sprawled beside me, lifted his head from the pillow with the slow confusion of someone who absolutely did not

I inched my face a bit more closer to him hoping to kiss him, but he stopped me pressing his finger to my lips and ultimately pushing my face away. "Don't get quite excited" He whispered as I felt the warmth of his breath slap my face. "We have the whole night all to ourselves." We both got out of the car just like ordinary people do, and as soon as we set foot inside the elevator, I couldn't wait any longer, so I started kissing him. He's a bit surprised by my impulsive actions, but he quickly adjusted from it. He kissed me back intensely, just as much as I wanted it. It turned me on that it made me promptly recount that passionate elevator scene from Fifty Shades of Grey and just right aft