Midnight's Kiss Novels & Stories

“I—” But then, before I could finish my sentence, Logan dipped me low. And then, suddenly, he pressed his lips against mine. The world around us faded away, and all that existed in that moment was the two of us, lost in each other’s arms. And then, in the midst of the kiss, I heard his voice through our Mindlink. “Meet me in the garden at midnight,” he said, his voice filled with a hint of mystery. “I’ll show you what this party is really all about.”

The sound from the TV got back their attention and Leniela quickly glanced at her time on her phone. "It's almost midnight!". She exclaimed trying to get down from his tight but he didn't allow her. "Do you know the exciting thing about midnight movies?". He smirked devilishly. Leniela stared at him clueless until a weird sound from the Tv forced her to divert her gaze to it. She went rigid with the answer on the screen; Two full grown adults were having a hot kiss. The man was completely naked while he tried to remove the lady's lingerie. "They are raw". He whispered in her ear, his voice seductive like the Greek god Adonis.

Her cheeks burned and she immediately buried her face against his neck, breathing in the scent of his fresh cologne. “Good night.” she mumbled. Her heart was beating violently. Killian didn’t reply. His eyes fixated somewhere. || AT MIDNIGHT || Moonlight splashed through the earth. Suddenly, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the quiet waking Killian up. He rubbed his temple, eyes half-lidded and glanced down. Rosa, curled up against his chest was sleeping. Her soft cheeks were pressed tenderly against the pillow. Who the hell dares call at this hour? Killian tsked. Irritation flickered through his haze.

BY MIDNIGHT, the noisy neighborhood became quiet, as if no one lived there. The streets and alleyways became empty. Most of the lights in the houses were off. No one went out at night in fear that only death awaited them on the street. The masked cat demon could not hear even the slightest noise. The neighborhood became dead. It was an unfamiliar sight, far from the town nearby, where bright lights shone inside the tall buildings.

She could feel the cool air of the room hitting her sensitive skin, her pussy already glistening and her clit throbbing so hard she was sure he could see the rhythm of it. Midnight stood at the foot of the bed. He didn't move to touch her immediately. He just stood there and looked. He took in every inch of her—the way her chest was heaving, the flush on her collarbone, the way her thighs trembled against the constraints of the rope.

Only then did he pull his fingers free, wipe them on a dish towel, and lean in just close enough for her to hear. “Come to my room at midnight.” He walked out of the kitchen like nothing had happened. Zoey finished the dishes on unsteady legs, said goodnight to everyone, and went to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed in the dark, heart racing, counting the minutes. At exactly midnight she crossed the quiet hallway and slipped into Marcus’s room. The second the door clicked shut behind her he was on her. He slammed her back against the wood, one hand fisted in her hair, and kissed her hard—deep, hungry, almost angry. Zoey moaned into his mouth. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.