Midnight Story Novels & Stories

Visa Application denied. Leah was silent for a while, watching me with furrowed brows. Then, as the clock ticked past eleven at night, she perked up as if an idea had sparked. “Wait,” she said, eyes brightening. “What if you try at midnight? I have heard of midnights magic.” I blinked at her, tired. “Midnight?” “Yeah. I read somewhere that sometimes the system refreshes at odd hours. Midnight sounds like… I don’t know, magic time?”

My gaze swerved over my bed, but it no longer enticed me, hence the back sore I felt. Hana won’t be here till five in the morning, and I guess it would still be an hour away before the sun rises. My attention fleeted outside the door and wondered if Damon had locked it before he left. Contemplating, I tested the doorknob, and to my surprise, it clicked open. A small smile of relief lifted on my lips, and without giving it another thought, I slid the door open. No guards. I observed. Will Damon ever worry about anyone wandering around his beastly glass mansion? Though, as I have witnessed for a short period of time while being here, I could tell no one would ever dare if they still cherish th

HE'D MAKE US SLEEP BETTER. Huh....go away Moonlight....what happened to 'he is not my mate.' ITS IN THE PAST...GO TO MATE NOW...I WANT MATE. Please let me sleep Moonlight. For the sake of God...Buddha...the moon goddess....fate...for the sake of the peace of the night. NO....YOU HAVE TO GO TO MATE. It's almost twelve midnight already...we arrived from the date an hour ago...now Moonlight won't let me sleep.

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!]

After Trevor, I’ll never sleep next to a liar again. It doesn’t take me long to fall back into a restless sleep, dreaming of that monster from the clearing chasing me and the red wolf through the trees.

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.

“—Sir?” “Midnight.” Said He. “What?” Rio asked. “Call me Midnight, instead of Sir.” He responded. “Midnight.” Rio repeated the name. Midnight. It rolled perfectly on her tongue. It reminds her of the witching hour she prowls just so she could get everything done. Times spent on El Casa, a secrecy she kept, yet in denial and openly in question, when could she end it. To be freed from the chains. To travel countries, and not to remain on this secluded area, wherein she’s still treated differently. The life she didn’t sough after, but became her salvation.

DAWN I am looking into the spirit well in the Moon goddess garden, and feel Midnight sit next to me. “The heat is over. They are sleeping now.” Midnight says. “That’s good.” “She didn’t get pregnant.” She says calmly. “That might be for the best right now, I think trouble is coming,” I tell her. “OH?” She asks. “Some daughter of an Alpha are going to visit, they were good friends as kids until she tried to get our mates,” I tell her, and Midnight growls.

While his wife looked at the wall clock. "Because..." her voice was scared when someone knocked. "Honey.. I'll open it so that maybe our neighbor just needs something! " It says. "Let that go first because I heard a story earlier that every midnight there is a knock on the door when you open it you will die.." she said frightened. "Hahahaha!! Honey, that's just a story, maybe you were just scared later.. I'll just peek after we go to sleep!" He said, let's go together and head for the door.

Agnes got ready as she applied dark maroon lipstick and walked out of the room, looking a complete witch. On her right hand, it was the knife she was holding. On her left hand was the tiny potion the same as water. On the stroke of midnight when the only sound of the owls hooting and the crickets chirping was echoing in the surroundings, she was the one strolling in the terrace of the castle. By midnight the darkness is almost absolute, only a smattering of luminous stars scatter the heavens. People of Brasov would describe the midnight as killing time. It means locking your doors against the inky blackness and praying your number wasn't up.