Novel & Cerita Midnight X Aizawa

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Officer Cesar, Lucian and even Zachary dropped their jaws on the floor when they heard the lady casually telling her name in exchanged for a pitcher of warm water. “Heh. So your name’s Layla, huh?” Zachary muttered under his breath while trying to calm down before he could smash the lady’s head to awaken her senses. ‘Obnoxious! She’s no doubt obnoxious!’ To be continued Author’s note: This epilogue is the sneak peek of an upcoming sequel, Midnight Beast. Layla and Zev deserved a happy ending, don’t you think? Midnight Feast is all served, Please anticipate the sequel--- Midnight Best….!

I hope this mission ends fast and nothing bad happens to us. Midnight's POV I shooked my head when Zithea left me in the living room to sleep upstairs, seriously that cousin of mine. I glanced at the clock and notice it was literally almost 4 am. I feel really exhausted so I went to the kitchen to drink some water first and took my phone. I walked back to the living room and shut the lights because I was planning to sleep there. I placed my phone on top of the table near the couch and max the volume in case someone call me. I motioned Shiro to come to sleep next to me and he did. I lay down on the couch, hoping to sleep faster. I thought we were gonna make a plan ourselves but since Zithea's

I yelp and sit back hard in my chair, a snarl already rising in my throat. “Hey, hey!” Jesse snaps, putting one hand on my shoulder and the other on Midnight’s. “We’re going to be cool, right!? And you,” he snaps his head to me now. “Do not get to call her weird, okay? Midnight is very cool.” “Yeah, I’m not weird, I’m cool,” Midnight says, peering around Jesse, looking smug as her shadows fade away. I just stare at her, a little impressed with the immediacy with which Jesse has managed to calm her.

He looked at April with a comforting smile. “Fucking sucks hah!” The distressed girl who cried and looked gloomy a while ago started laughing. “That’s better,” He offered his white handkerchief with a rose emblem on the side. “I’m Aizen, sorry for intruding your me time.” He introduced himself, and stood up from the bench. “Well, I shall take my leave. See you later?” “April, that’s my name.”

Sometimes, he looked at me angrily, but I thought that was happening because he didn’t manage to make me leave. Two days later, Portia came crying to me because Andrews had dumped her… I put out my cigarette, and I went to take a bath. When I finished, I put on her pajamas and returned to the living room to watch a movie on TV. At 11:30, the film was over, and I went to sleep. I was sleeping when a message on my cell phone woke me up. I grasped it from the bedside table and checked the time. 24:00. Midnight,

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

Then a voice spoke from the dark, low and shaking with something between triumph and terror. “I know you’re not asleep,” Tom said. “Stand up, Ezreal.” I smiled. Slowly, deliberately, I opened my eyes. And in the darkness, I met his gaze. “Midnight,” I murmured. “Right on time.”

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew. Matthew was over the moon, wearing it all the time, even to bed, unless he had to take it off for something big like surgery. However, I just could not figure out who this well-off, polished man was. He caught on to my puzzled look, but instead of getting upset, he just smiled. "I'm Edwin." I froze. Edwin Gordon? How could that be? I remembered Edwin always had those super thick glasses, like the bottom of a beer bottle. He was the kid who did not have much, always eating just bread with margarine, skinny as a stick.