Novel & Cerita Midnight Texas Fanfiction

It's almost midnight as I head back to the motel, the moon is full and high in the sky, the motel is small and disgusting, I've heard these kinds referred to as a flea bag motel, never really understood why. The motel is surrounded by trees and bushes, perfect to blend in, suddenly I realise the familiar scent of tobacco and rum has faded, "oh shit no" I say to myself before sneaking around the back of the motel. I squeeze through the bathroom window this idiot left open, and quietly peek into the room. FUCK!!!....He's gone. TANSIA POV I've been running for days now, but it feels like weeks, I have to keep moving, I have to get away.

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

I say pinching Maddox’s cheek. “Of course, she got my looks. Just as pretty as you.” Maddox says, pinching my chin. “Hey, are you gonna let me stay with you for the night? I’m so alone and lonely. Don’t you pity this homeless man?” He says, pouting his lips. He’s too cute. “Hmm…I need to see you cuter than that.” “What? What kind of cuteness? Do you want to see me cry?” “No. Baby, we don't have enough time to prepare for Christmas eve. How about we order food for midnight dinner"

After work, I'm halfway down the hall to my room when I pass her door. Her light is still on. I can see it under the gap at the bottom. It's past midnight. I didn't think she stayed up this late. I don't know why I registered that or why I'm standing here in my own hallway at midnight noticing the light under my wife's door like some kind of… I keep walking and finally get to my room. I lie in the dark and I think about my mystery woman the way I do every night, reaching for the details I have, the fragments that refuse to fade even after all this time.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

] BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICO The indulgence towards the ice-cold tea prepared by Paxton, where fogs loitered around the glass had ease the stunned expression that leave Rio stupefied. It left moist as she perceived from the transparent surface—seeing through, while her thoughts wander. It keeps drifting inside her head, yet she haven’t had any guts to dropped the bomb and ask him the question that keeps bottling inside of her, and were itching to crawled, and just spurted out from her mouth. It would seems rude. Paxton knew her through Malcolm, and if she confronted him about being related to Midnight, then Paxton would be intrigued about how comes that she knew their connection. It would lead fo

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

I’d shrug him off, but we both know there are too many eyes watching. Across the field, I spot Draven’s crew, his MC, The Midnight MC — and the Moonlight Riders, their rivals for the first round. Draven stands by his bike, helmet tucked under his arm, his usual calm-but-deadly look on his face. And right beside him, like she’s been waiting for this moment all her life, is Lauren. Her hand rests on her small baby bump as she laughs at something one of the riders says. Then, like it’s all planned, she turns to Draven and starts straightening his jacket collar, fingers brushing his chest like she has every right to touch him.

The moon is bright in the sky, it will be full moon soon… along with my 21st birthday. It is such a beautiful night. The skies are clear, showcasing the bright milky way, and the brilliant moon. It is a perfect summer evening with a cool breeze blowing. As we enter the treeline, my entire body breaks out in goosebumps, my senses are heightened, and Morganite is on alert, fighting to shift… the air becoming even thicker. “O, he's back.” Xander says with a grin on his face. “Who?” ‘Timika, we need to shift …NOW!!’ Morganite claws in my mind, and my body begins to tremble…

I turned around and began to walk away. “Dallas, I'm sober!” Mom called after me. I stopped mid-stride and turned back to face her. “I've been sober for five years. I had to be sure I wouldn't go back to the way I was before I came to see you. I hate that I disappointed you and that I wasn’t around. Please, baby, I'm moving back to the area. I got married a few months ago. My husband, Austin, wants to sell his place in Texas and move up here. He is in town. He is with the realtor now. I was hoping maybe you could consider...” Mom trailed off and shrugged. She took the sunglasses off her eyes. Her face was wrinkled and withered. Years of drugs would do that to you.