Midnight Texas Books Novels & Stories

Scarlett wasn't often open to people until now. But maybe it was a streak of luck the universe has blessed her with. "Here we are," Maddie turned and parked right at a book shop. "Thanks. I'm gonna need you to send me back to school after." "Sure." The two tone-haired redheads entered the shop, and were met by aisles and shelves of books. "Come on, I know where they are." Maddie gestured her fellow age-mate towards the next aisle. She instantly found the Twilight novels. "New moon...Eclipse...Breaking Dawn...a-ha! Here it is, Midnight Sun!"

I was adamant about visiting the lake more often, and all those things would make my stay more comfortable, right? It was already dark when I returned to the cottage, and I wasted no time unloading my new belongings and finding proper places for each of them, making my little haven even cozier. Midnight caught me in the makeshift bed near the fireplace, reading a book I brought from LA. Thriller was tense enough to hold my attention, not letting it stray towards the man that made my heart beat just as fast. And when the killer was about to catch the girl, a loud bang resonated through the room, making me jump up in fear like never before.

I opened the chat, my thumbs trembling. > Mr. Logan: What's the meaning of this? See me tomorrow morning. First thing. I blinked, completely confused. Why would he be texting me at midnight? Then, I looked at the message above his text. It was a video file. A four-minute, high-definition video file. I clicked it. The screen opened to show my own bedroom, my own thighs spread wide, revealing my swollen wet pussy and juice leaking out of it. The loud, echoing sound of my own voice whimpering and moans.

BONUS CHAPTER! MIDNIGHT BETWEEN NEW YEARS BOOK 2 Intro; Every year, Thalia Rowan and Cassian Holt meet for drinks on New Year’s Eve. It started as tradition. Then It stayed as habit, Until It became something neither of them questioned out loud. They talk about work everything , life, failed relationships everything except the way Cassian looks at her when he thinks she’s not watching. Everything except the way Thalia always leaves just before midnight. But this year, she stays.

Available now on Kindle, KU, and A****n. A Gladewater Christmas - A Gladewater Novella When Tricia Wade, the Martha Stewart of the South, and Canadian Cowboy, Walker James, find themselves stranded together in a freak snowstorm in Gladewater, Texas, they'll either kill each other or never want to be apart again. Release November 23, 2022, Read on for a sneak peek of UNBROKEN: Book Two of The Gladewater Series... Chapter One WEDDING PLANS

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

She continues as if noticing my confused state, and wants to bestow mercy on me like the moon's messenger. “Shawn is the chosen of Hati’s later blood. The peace child. Hati, son of Fenrir. Hati, the moon hunter.” she says, addressing all of us. That's when it clicked. The book I'd seen at the library. “The Codex Luporum…” I say to myself. “You know the book?” Alice's voice rings out, breaking into my monologue. My eyes meet hers, before Shawn's, who is looking at me with that, ‘you've been caught’ stare.

The battlefield lay in eerie silence, broken only by the distant echoes of gunfire and the wet thud of bodies striking frozen ground. Snow, gray with ash and blood, clung to the jagged cliffs that bordered the valley. From above, the moon cast a cold silver light, turning every shadow into a grotesque mask.