The Midnight Lie Novels & Stories

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

If this is the mate bond shouldn’t I feel it when I touch him too? The song comes to an end and the minute he stops touching me the tingles disappear. “Until midnight,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my cheek. “What’s a midnight?” “A surprise,” he replies. I watch him walk away, confused. Why wait until midnight to give me a surprise? He looks back and winks at me before disappearing into the crowd.

Lysander led them toward a stone basin at the center of the room. "This is where we speak truth," he said quietly. "Where no lie can pass the lips of those who stand inside the Accord." Matthew eyed the basin. "Magic lie detector?" "In essence." Charlie exhaled. "Okay. Let's get this over with. What's hunting me?" Lysander placed both hands on the edge of the basin. "A Hollowed." Matthew stiffened. "Impossible." Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Gonna need more than a scary capital letter."

I whispered. We stopped at a red light. My gaze caught on a billboard the size of a building. It shimmered, transitioned—and suddenly, the word blazed across the screen in white fire: LUNARIS. A high-end nightclub. The most elite. The kind only the rich, powerful, and probably criminal could enter. Even back downtown, Lunaris was a fantasy, the kind of place people dreamed of making enough money just to glimpse. The ad shifted. And then his face appeared.

All I can hear is a ticking clock, but I don’t know where it is coming from. “Midnight is coming,” a voice whispers. “Run while you can.” She asks if I can hear that, but I’m not sure what to tell her. “I can, but where is it coming from? We are on a bridge in the middle of the woods.” Valeria holds me tighter. “Kendric, we have to find out what midnight means. There’s something behind it.” I wake with a jolt, unsure of what in the world just happened. Valeria stirs by my side, her eyes wide with panic. “Kendric, were you dreaming again? You mumbled something about midnight and were shouting my name at one point. What was it?”

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

She must at least say her thanks to him for saving her but he's gone as if he vanished in thin air. *** A girl was sleeping in her bed, one arm is positioned near her head, the other holding the blanket tightly. In the warm glow of her night lamp, he could see her restless features. Her forehead furrows every now and then, her head moves swiftly from left to right, beads of sweat slides down her face. As he looks down at her, he knew it is another nightmare.

Midnight came with the specific ceremony of ten people in two countries counting down via a slightly glitchy video call, which was exactly right because nothing about this family was smooth and all of it was genuine. Leah had champagne. The good kind. We raised glasses at midnight in the room and on the screen and said the things people said and meant them with the specific sincerity of people who had something real to celebrate. The year that was ending. Everything it had contained. Caden found me at the window at twelve fifteen. The city outside was doing its midnight thing lights and distant sounds and the specific quality of a city turning a corner. “Last year,” he said. “This year,” I s

Midnight, “Who remembered me so late at night?” I wondered. I opened the message. The number was unknown to me. The message was saying: ‘What are you doing?’ “Are they kidding me? What could I do for such an hour?” I thought. “Anyway, I will answer, and I will see.” I answered: “I am out grazing the sheep.” I waited for a little while, and the answer came: “That is funny. Are you going to milk it too? I mean, if you are okay.”