The Midnight Man Game Novels & Stories

I quickly gulped the rest of the whiskey dropping the glass with a loud thud, I was already feeling lightheaded, I picked up my Jacket and walked out of my office. The Midnight Club wasn’t a place you stumbled into; you had to know it was there. It was so exclusive to elites that it had no sign, just a black door between two boarded-up storefronts. Inside, the air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the bass that thumped through the floor. Velvet shadows swallowed the corners. A large crystal chandelier hung so low it cast silvery reflection on the back of the strippers as they danced.

Midnight got ready as he said that. Nile and Claire looked at each other and understood what must be done. “Lo-looks like we had to improvise a bit this time. It is now a match between Midnight and Matthew Dragunov!” “R-right! This may be out of the blue, but let’s follow the flow, yeah? Count them down Nile!” “Eh! Me?” “Do it!” “O-okay! F-fighters! Ready!” “Entertain me, Dragunov.” Midnight said.

Students gather under the veil of darkness to play a dangerous game of chance and risk, where the line between fun and danger quickly blurs. And, players like us, must perform twisted tasks and challenges, many crossing moral boundaries that cannot be undone. And me alone, an outsider by choice, watching as the sinister secret of the midnight game corrupts others all around me brings me to the clear thought that their cheerful facades now cannot hide what lies beneath, no matter how hard they try. I remain vigilant, waiting for the day the truth for me finally comes to light, and the midnight game is forced back into the shadows where it belongs.

– M M. Marcus. But Marcus was dead. I showed Luca. His face went pale. He said it was impossible. Eli read the text. He said someone was playing games. I typed back. Who is this? The dots appeared. Then stopped. Then appeared again. You know who. I will be there at midnight. We waited. The clock ticked. At midnight, the doorbell rang. Luca looked through the peephole. His face went white. He stepped back.

He looks around, his eyes sweeping the crowd. I pull my hood up and step into the shadows of a brick alleyway. The game just got complicated. My "Mike" isn't alone. "Don't worry," Callum says, pulling Zli closer. "We've got the gear. We hit the Castellano hub at midnight." I watch them walk away, their shoulders brushing. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across my face despite the throbbing in my skull. "See you at midnight, Zli," I whisper into the cold New York wind. "I hope you're ready to settle your accounts."

In his pocket, the invitation to the White family gathering burned with the same ethereal glow. And somewhere deep in the house, a clock struck midnight. The game wasn't about companies anymore. It wasn't even about revenge. It was about a secret that could rewrite history itself. If they survived the night.

Princess Merlara is awoken by her sister with news of an attack heading their way. Merlara learns that an arranged marriage between her eldest sister and Prince Kaelen of the Southern Kingdom is their only hope for military aid. But when her sister flees, Merlara steps up, disguising herself as the bride-to-be and setting off towards the Southern Kingdom. Her journey takes a turn when her convoy is attacked, and she is captured by a mysterious and powerful warrior named Cerus, from the Eastern Kingdom. Mistaking her for Merlara's eldest sister, Cerus vows to return her to her husband to be and they travel together to the Southern Kingdom. But the journey there ignites something deep be