Midnight X Aizawa Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

All she remembered was his golden touch in the garden she thought paradise. His one touch…his one whisper…his kisses to remembered for an eternity. She was…she is…she always will be Aiwa, the broken rose with smiling eyes. Her body, her mind belonged to the jackal of the night. She will never escape the shadows of darkness. Her fate was concealed on the day of sixteen candles lasting seven days. She was Gia…she was Mia, the woman with silent tears gleaming in the moonlight. Beneath the High Moon, in the Garden of Evil, forever more knowing only one touch, one whisper, one kiss, her eternity…

Then he looked away from me. "I don't have time for this," he spat. "I need to get to my study." I pressed my lips together. “Okay." His brow furrowed. "...Okay?" I nodded once before setting the bowl aside. Then I moved closer. Azai tensed up as I wrapped both arms tightly around him. His entire body went rigid against mine. I pressed my cheek softly against his shoulder anyway. "You are not alone, my midnight," I whispered. For one long second, he didn't move at all. Then slowly, his head lowered. Tension seeped from his broad shoulders.

“My heart is only happy knowing you are a part of my life.” MIDNIGHT Unkown voice in my head- Already in our mate. That’s my boy. Me- Who are you? Unknown Voice- My name is Peco and Maria is Azlee’s wolf. Me- Mate? Peco- MATE I kiss Azlee as sparks and tingles start to shoot throughout our bodies. We thrust together. “Ray, oh, I’m close, so close,” she moans, showing me her neck. “Now.” I sink my teeth in and everything goes to black. I feel her bite me too. And yeah! I thrust hard into her to keep my dick on my body.