Midnight Train Book Novels & Stories

“There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke Laila He handed me a brown envelope. I flipped through the pages of the contract. I saw that I should live with him or have bodyguards around me at all times. "qué diablos es Alessandro. ¿Tienes un deseo de muerte?" (what the hell is this Alessandro. Do you have a death wish?.) I glared at him, This is absurd, what kind of person makes a deal like this?

He curses under his breath and throws the towel he had on his head on the floor, "Let's see, then, let me recap. Miriam got pregnant, fled back home to America so I wouldn't find out, and two years later she overdosed on coke.... Wow, what a mess. And who did you stay with? Did Miriam get married?” “No, I stayed alone with my grandmother. That miserable old woman you mentioned," Midnight replies. Lion grimaces, "It's not as bad as you think. She raised me very well, as far as I can tell. She put up with me, although more than once she expressed how difficult that was. She didn't want me to go to any school because the education system sucks, and she wouldn't let me out of the house because i

Something he swore to remember forever after turning the first few pages. "Jumping The King. It's a comedy romance," he answered after checking the cover. "You forgot the name of the book you were reading?" Almira chuckled. "It happens to everyone. Not that we don't know, it just slips off our minds," he said, avoiding her eyes. Almira smirked when she noticed how flustered he was. "You called me, your highness," Kitanna decided to end the sweet moment. Almira turned to her with confusion, then cleared her throat when she remembered that she did call out.

But every time I thought about how he died, I was in the middle of darkness, confused. I closed my eyes, I feel the water rushing through my skin and the tingling sensation of coldness. I was about to open my eyes when I heard gunshots in multiple directions. I stay still, I sharpen my senses and wait for what happens next. Many footsteps start to invade my ears, I continue swinging, not minding what will come after. Two people at four o'clock, six heavy footsteps at eleven while three other light footsteps are at two o'clock. The three light footsteps are getting near while the other changes its direction.

I don’t remember the elevator ride down. I know I must’ve taken it, because one second I was standing outside a door that had just closed in my face, and the next I was out on the pavement, cold air biting at skin I hadn’t even realized had gone numb. Let's pretend this never happened. Let's never contact each other again. I kept repeating the words in my head, over and over, hoping that eventually they’d make sense. They never did.

He flipped it back and gave her his full attention again. Bliss smiled. "Just like a human." She sighed. "Do you remember in 1924? The huge train wreck that tore up rails and dug the engine into the ground. The crash happened just outside of a tiny town in the Midwest. Do you remember how many men and women died that day?" "I was supposed to be on that train. It was an overnight from San Francisco to ... to Washington." "Why didn't you go, Chal? What kept you from making that trip?"

What if Bonus Chapter 15: What If They Were Seated Next to Each Other on a Long Train Ride? Dante POV The overnight train from the city to the coast was nearly full, the lights dimmed for the long journey. I’d claimed my window seat in the quiet car, legs stretched out as far as the space allowed, earbuds in but no music playing. At six-three, train seats were never comfortable, but I’d learned to make do. A few minutes before departure, someone slid into the seat beside me.

By the time night began to fall, the passengers had gotten off one after another. The construction site was the final stop, so only Edward's four coworkers and I were left on the bus. They seemed worn out from the long ride, too. One by one, they leaned back in their seats and started dozing off. I closed my eyes as well, planning to rest for a bit so I'd have the energy to squeeze Edward dry when we arrived. I had no idea how much time had passed when I faintly heard the men's voices.

"Most true things usually are." The train departed in near silence, gliding smoothly through the dark tunnel network, the countdown display embedded into the carriage wall ticking steadily downward. "Destination: Ashfall Sanatorium," the Caretaker announced. "Estimated arrival: twenty-three minutes." Nobody spoke much during the ride, each of them lost in their own quiet reckoning with everything the last few hours had revealed. Aurora sat with her hands folded tightly in her lap, staring at nothing, rehearsing some version of courage she hadn't yet found the shape of.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.