Novel & Cerita The Midnight Man Game

I may have already done it if not for the person who suddenly appeared inside the pitch-black barn. I steadied my breath and calmed the panic roaring inside, swallowing my fear and standing straight. “You’ve won,” I forced my voice out, silently applauding myself for not letting the trembles escape. “You’ve perfectly lured me here. Isn’t this what you want?” The cigarette light turned into a faint glow, thin white smoke swirling before everything inside plunged into darkness once more. Fuck! What game is he playing? I know he’s still lurking in the dark and watching whatever move I will make next. He must be really enjoying this, and it’s making me furious, thinking how easily he can play wi

I should have left a note for Liam. My stomach feels like it’s in my throat. I’ve never been so scared. I feel a tingle in my hand and I look down just in time to see a crackle of light come out of my finger, I know that was real. I wonder if I can control it. I focus on my finger and picture the light shining through my skin. I feel a tingle and look down. My fingers and hand are beginning to light up the dark room around me. A hand grabs me by the hair and slams me in the ground hard.

I followed him, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Ahead, a midnight-black infinity pool stretched along the cliff’s edge, its silver-trimmed waters glowing like captured starlight. Beyond it, a fire-lit courtyard flickered softly, with obsidian benches circling a ritual pit. The kind of place where deals were sealed in blood and vows under moonlight weren’t just metaphors. Past that, a glimpse of the private combat arena—lit but quiet. Shadow-obstacles flickered like ghosts, waiting to be summoned. The whole place felt like it was holding its breath. Waiting to decide what I was.

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!]

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

She and the Smiths were at each other's throats like a wild dog fight. Matthew was looking at years behind bars. I had moved on from all that drama a while back. I had been busy launching the new game I helped make. It was all about love and getting even, and even though it was for a pretty specific crowd, people were loving it. Today, Edwin threw a big party to celebrate the game's success. Right there, with everyone watching, he got down on one knee. "You remember that last question I asked you in our interview? Got an answer yet?"

"You ready to get wild? I planned this game just for you." Tessa, Rebecca's sharp-tongued bestie in that skimpy gold bikini, was hyping the crowd, her brunette waves bouncing as she unveiled the game setup: a glossy black spinner on a low table surrounded by velvet pouches of "Truth" and "Dare" cards. "Midnight Edition," the label read, with a wink that promised filth—cards edged in gold foil, promising everything from confessions to full-on public displays. Tessa strutted around the circle of oversized cushions, her hips swaying, tits nearly spilling out as she dangled black silicone cuffs like they were prizes. "Circle up, fuckers!" she shouted over the music, her voice slurred from mimosa

1Maya. There were noises, like heavy boxes thumping against the wall, then a muffled curse slipped under my door. I was in my apartment, bare feet curled on the couch, pretending to watch some mindless N*****x show I’d already seen a hundred times. But the moment I heard the elevator doors groan and the shuffle of feet in the hallway, my attention shifted. I turned the volume down, barely breathing. It was after midnight. Nobody moved in at midnight. Nobody except the man I’d watched from my peephole for the last three nights, always after dark, always alone.

But Midnight insists that they have to get back, that it would be very bad if the God of Darkness found them gone. “Won’t it…cause a bit of trouble?” Anton asks. “When he sees all of your new stuff?” He looks worriedly around at all of the bags and packages looped on Midnight’s arms and bizarrely tied to her ankles. She explained that the ties will help her transport more, but still – it’s weird. “No,” Midnight says, sighing happily. “He never comes into my house. So this will all just be indoor stuff.” I grimace a little, hoping that continues to be true. But Midnight seems blissfully happy, even if she is surprised when I move forward and wrap her in a hug.

New York never slept. Not really. At two in the morning, the streets still pulsed with yellow taxis, flashing billboards, and strangers chasing things they couldn’t name. Dreams. Money. Love. Revenge. Sometimes all four. Ava Sinclair stood outside Club Rouge with her arms folded tightly across her chest, trying not to freeze in the brutal December wind. Her best friend, Talia, was still inside dancing with some finance guy who wore too much cologne and talked like he owned Manhattan.