The Midnight Lie Novels & Stories

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

Her chest rose and fell too quickly. “Are you okay Lia?” he asked concerned. “Yeah, yeah I am… urm.. I’m just hot,” she swallowed. He said nothing for a moment, then he was about to write something down when his pen slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor. Lia didn’t not the sound, she was too deep into what she was doing. Two of her fingers were now pumping slowly in and out of her, with her thumb grinding hard against her swollen clit, the wet

SLOANE “Midnight, we move at midnight,” I said, as I nodded. I loved how my sternness worked for Annika. “Why midnight?” she asked, and I adored that. She needed details; I needed to give her details. With the details, she knew what we were up against; she could measure the dangers. “Because the guards take a small smoke break at exactly eleven forty,” I said, and she nodded. She waited for more details. “The camera in the hall blinks slowly, the color changes from green to yellow. And there’s a servant who switches with the driver at midnight. That’s where my father comes in with his men.” I paused, and then I continued.

“Anything else?” “Yeah.” Franklin leaned over to show me his notes, flipping through a few pages as he spoke. “A car. Big one, maybe a truck. Black or dark-colored. Really loud engine. Woke up half the neighborhood a little after midnight. Dispatch was getting complaints like that until about one o’clock, but we didn’t find anybody. Figured it was kids racing.” “Could’ve been.”

He was panting heavily and I thought he might be exercising. "What time is this for exercise??" "Well, You have to do some hard work.. anyhow my battery is getting low I would call you after some time." He hung up the call and I was tired of waiting now. I laid down and Was about to sleep. When I felt someone. The lights were off in the room, but I thought I heard a noise, so I went to see what it was. Straining to see in the dark, I looked around and saw nothing. Must be my imagination.

I knocked before I could talk myself out of it. It took a long time for the door to open. When it did, Sophia stood there in the doorway, wrapped in a cardigan that wasn't hers, hair still damp like she'd only just stopped crying, and the sight of her—guarded, exhausted, looking at me like I was something to be managed rather than someone she'd once loved—broke something loose in me that I hadn't given myself permission to feel until right then. "Ethan." Her voice was flat. "It's past midnight."

Then her gaze sharpened. "Kane?" Her voice was barely a whisper. A thread of sound. "How did you find me?" He took her hand. It was cold. So cold. "I know everything," he said. "The silver poisoning. The fake cheating. Your mother told me. The Beta told me. I know it was all a lie." She stared at him. Then she looked away. "You weren't supposed to find out," she said. "Why? Why didn't you tell me?"

I am hooked to that point again. At midnight Micheal woke up. He look a little bit frighten. He had had a bad dream about his neice. Waking up fully, he checked his watch, 1:30am. Sitting uptight. He took his laptop which was beside his bed and turn it on. After booting he typed his password and go to his diary and typed

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

I could see a level of understanding cross the faces before me. “I was hidden away when my village was burned to the ground and sent out to the human world for protection. I only discovered my true identity a few days ago and yesterday I learned an even greater truth.” I had to stop once again to collect myself. I knew I had to show strength but the truth was I still hadn’t completely accepted everything I learned yesterday. It seemed that I was out of time. “All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.”