Midnight X Aizawa Novels & Stories

Marisol buried herself deep, groaned long and low, and came—hot pulses filling Aisha, spilling out around the base as she kept thrusting through it. They stayed locked together for long seconds, breathing ragged, hearts hammering. Marisol pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along Aisha’s shoulder blades. Finally she eased out—slowly, carefully—and turned Aisha in her arms. They kissed again, slower this time. Sweeter. Marisol rested her forehead against Aisha’s. “I get off at midnight.” Aisha smiled, still dazed. “I could wait.” “Or…” Marisol brushed a thumb over Aisha’s swollen bottom lip. “You could come back to my place. I have better lighting. And a bed.”

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

I know that Midnight Moon is still in Code Red, the social media posts suggest that the situation there is just not progressing. Ariel eventually fled Midnight Moon again, it didn't take a fortune-teller to know that would happen soon enough. My sister and her mate are soulmates in the deepest sense of the word. It was pretty stupid of Zane to accept the Council's deal, it was only a stay of execution. Ariel belongs to Gorgio, nothing can change that.

Worriedly, Rosy looked at her and asked, “Is it okay for you to go there alone? Maybe you should take Tia with you?” Areiza shook her head in dismissal and said, “I can go there myself and make sure not tell anyone else, okay? I’ll back soon.” “Be careful,” said Rosy. “I will, don’t worry.” Areiza patted her on the shoulder and left quietly. **** At midnight, there was no one in the corridor outside Darren’s ward. While the nurse was not paying attention, Areiza sank into Darren’s ward. Looking at the empty bed in front of her, she couldn’t help but wonder, ‘It’s so late. Where could Darren have gone?’

She lifted her head, sensing my tension, and pressed her snout to my arm. “I’m okay,” I whispered. But the shaking in my fingers betrayed me. --- Dinner was quiet. Too quiet. Mack sat beside me, tense, scrolling through reports. Rowe said little. Even Liz barely touched her food. I looked around the table and realised something awful—none of us believed this peace would last. And we were right. --- At midnight, I woke to a soft buzzing. A message on my phone. Unknown Number: > Stay low for the time being. He's got plans<

Almira was well aware that the transparent nightie exposed her body in a way that was termed immoral. She cleared her throat and their eyes were instantly trapped in hers, the minute they looked up. She started a low hum in their head and the next minute, they were glaring angrily at each other. As she increased her tempo, and the glares turned to arguments, arguments led to shoving and the next minute, they were in a serious fight. Almira walked past them into Xander's room. There was nothing unusual about him. His pale unconscious body was buried beneath a thick blanket.

Meanwhile, on Xin Yue's stage, his aunt's friend's maid performed on stage an erotic dance performance she named 'The Goddess' The hall of the Lotus Blossom Tea Room burst into cheers and excitement. The mysterious figure with a hood suddenly disappeared in the bustle of the party, and Li Wei quickly forgot the creepy-looking but unique figure. Midnight passed when Li Wei returned to his home in a dense village on the outskirts of the city, a slum where most people live. The midnight sky was dark. The wind blows, and cold is felt. The atmosphere is quiet, and people have been sleeping, pulling the quilts high – driving away the cold. Tuk-tuk-tuk! The sound of city clerk sounded, breaking the

Every call ended with the same cold automated message: "The number you have dialed is powered off." Rather than searching with Marcel, Delilah returned home alone. Every corner of the house was filled with traces of Cedric. Model cars lined the shelves, watches sat neatly arranged across his desk, and plush toys rested obediently on the floor. "When I'm not home, let these little guys keep you company. Then you won't be afraid of the dark." His playful voice seemed to linger in her ears, as though he had never left. An overwhelming wave of guilt crashed over her.