Midnight Sins Novels & Stories

Belle walked into Midnight Sins seeking revenge against the dangerous man who ruined her sister’s life. But one night with Zack changed everything. He is cold, ruthless, and used to getting what he wants. Behind the club’s closed doors, he draws Belle into a dangerous game, turning her carefully planned revenge into an irresistible obsession. What begins as a mission becomes thirty nights of secrets, power struggles, and forbidden encounters. But Zack isn’t the only one interested in Belle. Henry, Skipper, Racheal, Nora, and Helen all have their own reasons for getting close to her. And Zack is not the kind of man who easily tolerates rivals. He wants

Sienna woke up alone on the leather sofa. For a few disoriented seconds she didn’t know where she was. Then the dull ache between her legs and the dried stickiness on her thighs brought everything back in a rush. The ropes. The toys. The way Professor Crowe had fucked her until she couldn’t speak. A soft throw blanket had been draped over her naked body. Her clothes were folded neatly on the armchair nearby. The lamp was still on, but the rain had stopped. Pale morning light leaked around the edges of the heavy curtains.

a dark voice growled right behind my ear. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as a strong hand grabbed my waist, pulling me backward until my spine slammed flat against his chest. I had walked into his room right at midnight, but the place was dimly lit and terrifying. Guns and long knives hung on the stone walls, gleaming under the weak moonlight, so I had turned on my heels to run. I was sure this was the exact room where he slaughtered his enemies. "Nowhere," I stuttered, my body shaking against his frame. "I... I forgot my... my phone."

Tucked beneath it was a single blood-red card, the words embossed in elegant gold script: Midnight Masquerade One night only. No names. No limits. Rooftop Penthouse, Eclipse Tower. 11:00 PM sharp.Come alone. Dress to be devoured. A shiver raced down my spine, pooling hot and low in my belly. For months I’d been drowning in the same routine — boring dates that ended with polite kisses, nights spent touching myself to fantasies that never quite satisfied the ache. At twenty-two, Aria Vale was tired of playing it safe. I wanted to feel alive. Wanted hands that didn’t ask permission. Wanted to be wanted so desperately it hurt.

“I can tell you a great many thing here but not that which you truly need to know because it is knowledge I don’t have. Born Beneath the Midnight Moon With an Elder soul of magic All Alphas shall kneel at the bloom, Or face a fate most tragic. Strength unmatched A heart of love, The Midnight Child Comes My gift from above. I made the prophecy but still it’s true meaning is yet unclear. In order to be certain, you must meet the soul that was gifted to you. I can allow you to with a spell but it can only be done in person. I just need you to know what the consequences are if you come here.”

Other than a few vehicles passing by occasionally, it was practically deserted. It was past midnight on a Friday—the best time for people to go clubbing and relieve their entire week's stress. "Unless it is a BDSM club," Kai repeated what he had said some time ago and glanced at his friend, his eyes twinkling like the stars. "Now, everything falls into place." Elise burst out laughing at his antics and her annoyance vanished momentarily. "You are fucking unbelievable." "I know. Thank you." Kai grinned and paused at the red signal, waiting for the seconds to count to zero.

And the cakes she gets to eat there once a year on the Day of Darkness, when she is allowed to go and mingle with everyone else. “I’m not ashamed, Jesse,” Midnight says, her voice low and dangerous as she stares at him, unblinking. Jesse fights his smile, because Midnight is very adorable when she gets all serious like this. “The people in the Fancy House are real.” “If you say so, Mids,” Jesse sighs, putting forward a few more sticks. But Midnight ignores the sticks. “You’d better believe me, Jesse Sinclair,” she snaps. “I do believe you,” he murmurs, gentle and condescending, the voice he uses when Seraphina tells him that there’s a monster under her bed. And like Seraphina, the tone just

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.

My everything. Except my wife. Not yet. “Read faster, priest,” I grit out, checking to make sure his back is still turned. It would be a pity to murder a man of God. “Make her my wife while I make her a mother.” The other man’s pitch increases, along with his speed. Slapping flesh mingles with Georgina’s whimpers, scripture. My own grunts of desperation join the chorus as I near my own end. Sin swims through the room, colliding with salvation. But I’m only concerned with giving that salvation to Georgina, so I release her throat to reach between our bodies, rubbing the pad of my middle finger on her clit.

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi