Midnight Whispers Book Box Novels & Stories

I leaned close and whispered to her, "So, someone in our class could hear you." "Hey, Damon..." Elsa said hello to Damon as soon as she saw him. Damon gave a slight smile. "Hey, Elsa." Elsa was delighted by Damon's response. Elsa's response always cracks me up. After glancing at Damon, I quickly averted my gaze. The day went by swiftly. I needed to drop off a library book on my way home. The library was empty except for two student assistants (SAs). While the SA was reviewing the lending book, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone had their eyes on me. I couldn't find anyone in the library when I glanced around and checked between the shelves. I got spooked when I felt someone walking be

Perhaps ignorance is bliss, but the curiosity that killed the cat is always present. "Kate, you're just in time," Madam Rosie said as Kate entered the shop. "Good morning, Madam Rosie." Kate greeted her as she placed her bag on the table. "Good morning, Kate. How was your night?" Kate wanted to say 'horrible' but instead, she said "It was lovely Madam. Yours?" "Good Kate." "You wanted me to do something?" Kate inquired. "Yes, an order came in late last night. We must deliver the last badge of that linen to Madam Castrol "I'd like you to deliver them this morning."

“Thank you so much for telling us.” As the others talk, Laila deftly changing the subject to discuss the spice collection we got her, I conjure a big book that explains all sorts of issues like monthly cycles, how babies are made, male and female biology, relationships – all that. It’s the same book my mom gave me as a girl and which I think Midnight probably desperately needs to read. “What’s that?” Midnight asks, leaning forward to peer at the book as I slip it into a very pretty sparkly purple backpack that I think she’ll like.

“Born as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” Opening the book and letting it decide by flipping its pages and comes stopping at a certain page. She reads those words as her smile never faded in between. With the clear picture of the character that is being presented, she once more giggles closing the book and holding it close to her embrace. With the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words t

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

I want to bury my face in that heavy flesh and suck her peaks until she cries my name. "Anyway," Chloe said, quickly changing the subject as she looked out the window. "Are you ready for this party? I heard the hosts are setting up that wild theme tonight. The one from the dark web." "The glory holes?" I asked, my blood suddenly running hot. "Yeah," Chloe whispered, her voice dropping to a breathless murmur. "A thick velvet wall. The girls stand behind it completely anonymous. The guys pay an entry f*e at the door, walk into a private booth, and get to do whatever they want to them. No eyes. No names. Just pure, blind tasting."

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.

Whispers followed her as she faded. The Unwritten. The girl from the prophecy. The wolf with no name. And as darkness pulled her under, she wondered— What if the prophecy didn't predict her fate? What if it warned them about her instead?

The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long golden shadows across the hallway floor. Cassie stood in the center of the living room, her sleeves rolled up and her hair tied back with an old ribbon she’d found in one of her mother’s drawers. Around her were open boxes, piles of mismatched china, faded photo albums, and stacks of old books that smelled of time. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and glanced at the clock on the mantel. 4:04 p.m. She hadn’t planned to stay this long, but time had slipped past her.

“You two need to see this.” Zach cursed under his breath. “Of course.” He gave my hand one last squeeze and opened the door. Gia stood there, jaw tight, holding a small black box. “This just arrived,” she said. “Dropped at the gate. No signature.” Zach took it. His knuckles whitened. “What’s inside?” I asked. “Open it,” Gia murmured. Zach lifted the lid. Inside lay something delicate. Something old. Something shockingly beautiful.