Novel & Cerita The Midnight Man Game

10:50pm. “Dear Clarissa the Game is over and because you ditch the round a fourth person will die in 24 hrs.” 11:00pm. At that moment fear squeezed the air from my lungs, I couldn’t breath, I was at the grocery shop but everything seemed to freeze. It felt like I was the only one existing, I couldn’t see or hear anything.

Agatha was with Mickey, staying past dismissal to clean PERSEPHONE-11 while Isa took a nap in the corner. At 6:31, no visible sunlight in the sky remained aside from the faded twinkle of the stars and the occasional blink of flight-crafts. The Midnight Club made a rendezvous on the 7-11 a block away from Van Duke. Dean was there first, carrying a knapsack that contained two bottles of pink gin and a stack of disposable cups. Gwyneth came five minutes after, then Mickey, then Isaac, then Agatha, and Isa. “Yes, we’re fucking rulebreakers that’s what we are,” Dean laughed.

"Sixty degrees from your right!" The chirpy voice of Logan booms through the microphone in my ear and I grit my teeth. He gets this excited every Thursday night when it's time to play the midnight game and honestly, it is exasperating. But then who wouldn't be excited when you are buying weeds. I go over the faces of the people on my right that is being illuminated by the blue and green lights of the club. It is difficult to recognize someone and the club's atmosphere is completely different on a Thursday night too.

I’d heard the player visited Club Zero twice a year to indulge his darker tastes. Six months ago, a source tipped me off that he’d be there that night, and there was no way I was passing up an opportunity that could skyrocket my blog to a million followers. So I followed him. And that singular act landed me in a truck-load of trouble. That night, deep in the bowels of Club Zero, I stumbled onto something I shouldn’t have seen. Or someone. A man most people swore didn’t exist. The Midnight Merchant. One thing led to another and I ended up face-down over his lap that night while he spanked my ass until I was a sobbing, quivering, dangerously aroused mess.

She stood up slowly, skirt falling back into place but blouse still open, breasts bare and flushed. “New rule,” she said. “Because of that knock, we’re changing the game. One of you gets to come right now on my thigh. But only if you can stay completely silent while you do it. Not a whimper. Not a gasp. If you make any sound, you lose your turn and wait until Friday.” She pointed at the floor right in front of her right leg. “Khalid. You first. You’ve been good. Stroke yourself. Come on my skin. No noise.”

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING.

[face-palm] Midnight's friend: Make her yours! Midnight: And how do I do that? Midnight's friend: ........ Midnight's friend: I don't know, I'm single ╮(╯▽╰)╭

“If you’re reading this, you’ve already seen the files. We need to talk. Tonight. North stairwell. Midnight. Come alone. Or Thomas won’t be the last body.” I crushed the paper in my fist. They wanted me afraid. They wanted to control the game. But they’d forgotten something. I am the fucking game. And tonight? I’m flipping the board.

The fight doesn’t last long. It never does when discipline meets desperation. One by one, the attackers fall… until the clearing grows quiet again. A few remain…five, maybe six. They slowly backed away, their ears low, bodies trembling. Then one steps forward. He slowly shifts back into human form, and I follow suit. Marcus, who must have shifted back earlier, tosses me a robe. “Enough,” my voice, cold, rang out. The man raises his hands slightly, though his posture is anything but submissive. “We didn’t come to fight.”

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs: