Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

Chapter One The notification goes live at 12:03 a.m. Most people don’t notice it right away. Midnight notifications are easy to ignore—another bored scroll, another face glowing in the dark. But for the ones who do click, the screen opens to something oddly quiet. No music. No filter. No bright smile. Just Lila Monroe, framed too close, her face pale in the bluish light of her phone. The familiar background of her bedroom looks different tonight—messier, shadows stretching too long across the walls. Her hair is pulled back like she’s been running her hands through it too many times.

he added, pointing his bulge. I watched him walk away with tears in my eyes. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of cold water. “What the hell is wrong with him? Why did he just put me in the mood and end like that?” I muttered under my breath. I left the kitchen and walked back to my room. As I passed the master's bedroom, I froze. Ella's moans sliced through the silence, raw and desperate. "Harder, Liam! Oh God!" Her voice, thick with desire, echoed in the hallway.

All I can hear is a ticking clock, but I don’t know where it is coming from. “Midnight is coming,” a voice whispers. “Run while you can.” She asks if I can hear that, but I’m not sure what to tell her. “I can, but where is it coming from? We are on a bridge in the middle of the woods.” Valeria holds me tighter. “Kendric, we have to find out what midnight means. There’s something behind it.” I wake with a jolt, unsure of what in the world just happened. Valeria stirs by my side, her eyes wide with panic. “Kendric, were you dreaming again? You mumbled something about midnight and were shouting my name at one point. What was it?”

She held my hand as her cold tears dripped onto my face. "Mia, your wish came true," she whispered. "They've all been caught. We rescued so many people…" I smiled as I slowly closed my eyes. Finally. Maybe this way, I could repay a fraction of my sins.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Tears welled in my eyes, hot and stinging, as I buried my face in my hands, seeking refuge from the pain that threatened to consume me. And as I lay there, the echoes of Noah's pleas still ringing in my ears, I knew that sleep would not come easy tonight, not with the weight of unresolved emotions weighing heavily upon my heart but despite the tears that stained my cheeks, despite the ache that gnawed at my soul, I knew that tomorrow would bring a new day, a chance for healing and forgiveness, a chance to mend what had been broken.

The tears flowed freely, dampening the fabric beneath her touch, a silent testament to the ache that threatened to consume her. In their master’s bedroom, Tessa's sobs filled the air, a mournful melody that resonated with the depths of her despair. She lay on their bed, her body curled into a ball, seeking comfort in the familiar space they had shared countless nights before. But tonight, the bed felt empty, its silence echoing the absence of the man who completed her world. Amidst her tears, Tessa turned her gaze upward, her eyes searching the ceiling as if seeking answers from the heavens above. In a voice choked with emotion, she began to speak, her words a desperate plea that hung in the

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

now no more tears If you want to cry, then cry in pleasure saying that adrian capture his lips with her (flashback end) Adrian's eyes were closed, tears were falling from his eyes, he didn't get to know when he sleeps while crying. On the other hand inanna was lying in her bed and thinking about her life, after thinking almost for an hour she didn't get to know when her eyes get wet while crying she said to herself "I love you so much I can do anything for

If only he knows I won’t see him. The plasters on his face are gone. And he looks cold, very cold. For the first time in months, I find myself unable to hold back my tears. They pour out uncontrollably as I rest my weight on the window, grabbing my chest and finding it hard to stop my lips from quivering. What a bloody Christmas it has been. Playlist: Come And Get Me (Selena Gomez) – Tara and Zeath Kamin (EMIN, JONY) – Tara and Zeath.