Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

Tension melted from my shoulders, my skin softening and the acute pain in my bones turned into a pulsing ache. I gave Cerus by back and scrubbed my skin, watching the paint disappear from my skin. The more paint I got off, the more my chest began to ache. Flashes of memories broke through the tears in my eyes. Mother watching silently as I was painted, naked, and dressed in these flimsy chains that did nothing to hide my body. My sisters in shock and scared, surprised like I was at the sight of the markings on my skin. My father not even acknowledging me as I left.

The hurt is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow me whole A sob escapes my throat, the sound startling me in the quiet of the room. I don’t recognize it this broken, desperate noise that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the flood of tears, but it’s too late. The dam has broken, and the tears pour out uncontrollably, like a river that’s been held back for far too long.

As she looked at the empty surroundings, she suddenly felt very lonely. Maybe it was seeing other people's happiness that stirred her emotions. She felt a mix of envy and sadness. Her thoughts were a bit scattered as she watched the fireworks in the sky, and before she knew it, tears began to fall. She had promised herself not to cry. But in this moment, she couldn't help it. The scene, the feeling—it was just too much for her. So, the tears fell. It was early evening, and she thought, "Cry, no one will see in the dark."

Sometimes, he looked at me angrily, but I thought that was happening because he didn’t manage to make me leave. Two days later, Portia came crying to me because Andrews had dumped her… I put out my cigarette, and I went to take a bath. When I finished, I put on her pajamas and returned to the living room to watch a movie on TV. At 11:30, the film was over, and I went to sleep. I was sleeping when a message on my cell phone woke me up. I grasped it from the bedside table and checked the time. 24:00. Midnight,

I tore my eyes from the vile to look at Richard and Kent and could see from their expressions that neither of them had expected a result like this either. “What does it mean?” I asked, my voice hardly making a sound. Still, with werewolf hearing, Richard picked up my words. “It means...” he said clearing his throat. “you are the Midnight Child and I suggest that no one outside of this room knows that for now. With one exception, the witch who made the prophecy.” “This is the second time I have heard of this prophecy but still have no idea what it is. What are you not telling me?” I asked looking from Richard to Kent with anger filling my eyes.

POV: Evelyn Four in the morning. The digital clock on Shae’s nightstand glowed a cold, neon green. Outside, Miami was uncharacteristically still. No sirens, no distant pulse of club music—just the faint, rhythmic rustle of palm fronds against the window. I moved like a ghost in the shadows. Sleep had been a luxury I couldn't afford. My eyes felt heavy, sandpapered by hours of silent weeping, but the tears had finally run dry. There was only a hollow, aching resolve left in their wake.

He just rests his hand against mine, and I feel the warmth of it while I think about everything I am still keeping from him as I turn my face toward the window. The tears come silently. I’ve learned how to cry without a sound—no gasping breaths, no shaking shoulders. Just the steady, hot tracks of salt water tracing my temples and disappearing into the pillow. I lie perfectly still and let them fall, because I’ve earned every one of them. I’ve earned them through the years of looking over my shoulder, the terrors of the escape, and tonight, which has broken something open in me that I don’t know how to close.

But that was before she stole my husband and my life. I stop walking, I am definitely lost. Defeated I sit down on a nearby rock, rest my head in my hands and just start sobbing. I lay back on the wet moss basically giving up. It’s getting dark and I see the light of the moon in the sky. It looks like it’s a full moon tonight. Usually I appreciate the full moon, a symbol of change, but I was too miserable to appreciate anything right now. I’m also worried I might have to spend the night out here in the cold, in soaking wet clothing.

Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 12 – When the Sky Cries The first tear fell at dawn. A single drop from a cloudless sky struck Mira’s palm—warm, not rain but salted, like a tear. She looked up. The heavens shimmered, trembling in silence. > “Adrian,” she said softly. “The sky’s… crying.” > “Impossible.” > “You keep saying that,” she murmured, “and the universe keeps proving you wrong.”

Right at midnight, as the mansion was filled with dead silence, Valerie suddenly woke up from her slumber. She recalled the incident that had unfolded earlier and tears trickled at the corner of her eyes. She had cried herself to sleep and now, she vowed she wasn’t going to start again.