Mt Lady And Midnight Novels & Stories

One person who calls herself 'The Rose. Madilyn. I march through the main house, ignoring the startled looks of the pack members I pass. The grief that was drowning me five minutes ago has solidified into a cold, hard diamond of rage. I throw the door open so hard it bangs against the wall. Madilyn is lounging on the chaotic spread of pillows on the bed, flipping through a fashion magazine. She’s wearing a silk nightgown that leaves very little to the imagination, her hand resting idly on the swell of her stomach.

I noticed the smile drop from Tommy's face, he looked surprised, not annoyed, "Your mate?" At his words, I noticed the reaction of those around us. It was all the same; surprise. One of the women, a petite blond, stepped up, "Did I hear that correctly?" She drawled in a silky voice. "Betty, this is Mila. The new Luna of Midnight Moon." She looked amused when she turned to me, "Well, welcome home then. You're a human?" "Uh, was, technically." She turned to Lobo with a questioning look in her eye.

Midnight. Sarah read it over his shoulder. “She’s taunting us.” “She’s inviting us to the final move,” Damon said. “She thinks she holds the upper hand.” Sarah stood straighter, brushing hair from Alex’s face. “Then let’s prove her wrong.” At midnight, Damon and Sarah stood on the rooftop of an abandoned publishing house in Red Hook. The air was sharp with salt from the harbor, and the full moon cast eerie shadows on the crumbling brick. Katrina was waiting.

I would have thought it would be gross, but instead, it sends liquid heat to my already aching core. Both Lily and Leana roll their eyes. “I’ll see you soon. Keep in touch and I’ll do the same. There will be fallout from tonight, but it needed to happen,” she says. “Agreed,” Cayd says. “Bye Madelyn,” she says, hugging us together the same way Lily did a moment ago. “And a word to the wise, don’t ever go against Cayd in a trivia match about movies. He always wins.” “As if I’d ever let her be on anyone’s team but mine,” Cayd scoffs.

The two girls were still inside the room. Crystabel never got tired of talking naughty things and Anita on the other hand, had no choice but to listen. "Last night was so different. He fucked me as if he had taken drugs or something. I really don't know though but last night was awesome." Said Crystabel and after a while, she stood from her seated position walking towards the bathroom and stretching her body but then Anita stopped her. "Wait… you haven't said anything about Lady-T's party. It's by 2.00pm, maximum, 3.00pm. Are you going or not?" Anita asked.

; I was just a wolf in motion. Then, the music cut. The lights went into a frantic, blinding strobe. The dance floor descended into the "Midnight Ritual"—a tradition where the lights stayed low for three minutes of anonymous indulgence. Through a flash of a strobe light, I thought I saw a tall silhouette—Andrew—leaning over Serena. I thought I saw her reaching up on her tiptoes to meet him. The lights went black. A wave of nausea and grief washed over me. I stood there, paralyzed in the dark, surrounded by the sounds of a hundred people losing themselves.

Aldric followed silently behind, tension coiled in his shoulders. "This is... a lot of staring," Charlie muttered. "They scent the magic you used," Lysander said without turning. "Your lunar flare was loud. It woke things we prefer sleeping." "That is extremely comforting," she deadpanned. Matthew glanced at her. "How's your hand?" She flexed it. No glow. No weird moon-fire. "Normal," she said. "Or my new version of normal." "Normal doesn't burn monsters," Matthew said. "It burned that thing?" she asked quietly, almost afraid to know.

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….!

THE LADY BUTLER MR. MARTIN The lady butler of the family was Ms. Jasmin Rheas. She lived on the main floor of Martin's mansion. She was twenty-three years old. She was the only service that could stay inside the mansion at night for emergency services needed by the family during the night. Jasmin was needed for Mr. Martin's needs whenever he comes late at night. She prepared warm food for him when he was late for dinner. She took care of him whenever he stayed in the main floor until he goes upstairs to sleep. When he works late in the study room, she brought him coffee or tea. When he wanted to stay late near the pool, goes swimming or drinking, Jasmin was patiently waiting for him till h

The night was still with the blood moon shinning bright in the sky. Alpha Hardin and Luna Sky of the Midnight pack stood together looking down at their little baby girl as she slept, with love filling their eyes. This was not to be just any girl. She was to be far greater than any wolf could imagine and she had come from them. Months before her birth, the nearby witch coven had foretold that an amazing future was in store for their soon to be born child. At that time, no one imaged it would be a girl or the amount of strength she would have at birth.