Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

Run, or prepare for death and destruction. Layla doesn't know any of this, and after the attack a few days ago, I wonder if that is a coincidence or a sign as to what is ahead in our future. I turn to her as she sits here admiring the stars and the night sky. I look around and see the fireflies have stopped doing their dances, the toads have stopped croaking, even the crickets have stopped singing. The wind is too calm, like the calm before the storm. Everything seems to have stopped with bated breath, waiting for the moon's tears to come to an end. I feel tense, unsure, and angry. Why must this happen now? Just when I have found what could possibly be my happiness.

Tears falling from my eyes. Annoyed, I wiped away my tears. "Such a fool! Why am I always crying now because of him?!" My tears didn't stop from falling no matter how hard I try to hold it in. I was just crying and I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep. ************ I was stunned by the noise at the terrace of my room. I looked at the wall clock to see what time it was. It was 12:40 in the midnight. I slowly walked over.

All I can do is watch. And it’s torture. Salcom pulls her toward the center of the room where it sits… the real Moon’s Tear . The bottle rests on a pedestal carved from obsidian, its surface smooth but etched with ancient markings that glows faintly, like the sun but not as bright. The Moon's Tear itself is contained in a crystal-clear glass, the liquid inside glowing with an otherworldly light that almost hurts to look at. It’s small, just a vial, really, but it radiates power so immense, so untouchable, it feels like the guards themselves are holding their breath.

Moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a ghostly glow across the room, adding an ethereal touch to the somber atmosphere. I collapsed onto the edge of my bed, my body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and raw emotions. The tears that had been threatening to spill finally broke free, cascading down my cheeks in an unbridled torrent. Sobs wracked my body, echoing through the quiet room, as if the pain within me sought solace in the release of sound.

Rain hammered against the windows nonstop while fog slowly spread across the road ahead. Then the hotel appeared. Winona straightened immediately. The Midnight Hotel stood in the middle of the mountains like something pulled out of an old gothic movie. Warm golden lights glowed behind enormous glass windows while fountains shimmered beneath the storm outside. It looked luxurious, elegant, and strangely isolated from the rest of the world. “Okay,” Ava breathed. “I would absolutely die here.” “Comforting choice of words.” The moment they stepped inside, warmth surrounded them. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead while soft piano music drifted through the massive lobby. Beautifully dressed st

She wiped away her tears that lay upon her cheeks and looked at the wall clock. It was half past midnight and she needed room to breathe. She went into the living room and stood in front of the big glass walls. She folded her arms around her breast and sighed in desperation. She looked at the dark sky that scattered the silence around. She wondered When will I meet my little girl? How long will he blackmail me like that? This whole world was eating her day by day. She had no one in her lifetime to share her painful feelings with. Tears returned to her eyes and her heart plunged into the depths of the ocean.

Rayyan asked her to stay at home as he will take care the rest until Ahad regain his consciousness. Everyone was really upset but Haya felt betrayed, she couldn't hold up her anger nor control her tears. she hugs her tearstained pillow close when she is alone and cries out silently, she knows that her day and night would start and end with tears. everyone around her think she's doing well but she really isn’t, time hasn't healed her pain at all or quieted her fears so every night, alone in bed she sheds those silent tears.

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

To be snapped at so harshly in front of Butler Stewart, who had just been treating her like the future lady of the house, was a humiliating blow to her pride. Her hands gripped the soft fabric of Brooklyn's pyjamas as she forced a fragile smile, trying to play the victim, and she stammered, her voice dropping into a soft, wounded whisper as she blinked back manufactured tears, “I... I am sorry, my love. I didn't mean to upset you. I just missed you, and my own clothes felt so cold this morning. I thought... well, I thought it wouldn't matter since we are going to be together anyway.”

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”