Things To Do At 12 Am Novels & Stories

Thirteen Year 2023 It was a crisp January evening in New York City. The air was nippy, but the city lights created a warm, inviting glow. Some tourists had started their evening with a hearty dinner at a classic Italian restaurant in Little Italy. As they savored their pasta and a glass of red wine, they could hear the lively chatter of other diners and the soft sounds of jazz music playing in the background.

To Lyra she said, “You, make sure the doors are guarded. We do not want distractions.” “Distractons? It’s 2am,” Lyra murmured, a little confused. “It is,” Elder Miriam nodded. “But it’s also a perfect time for certain unwanted visitors. And it’s the night of the full moon. Most of the pack would likely be awake, especially those who wish to take advantage. Do not hesitate. Go, guard.” I silently agreed. If people saw what we were about to do they would likely talk. Alaric would hear about it before morning, and so would Seraphina.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.

THE TOUR BUS BUNK AT 4AM PT 1 Zarael stepped onto the moving tour bus just after 4 AM. The concert energy still buzzed through her body. The crowd had screamed for encores, and her skin still felt hot from the stage lights. Most of the band and crew were already asleep in their bunks. The bus rolled steadily down a dark highway. Soft engine hum mixed with quiet snores from behind closed curtains.

Lilith offers a small, almost apologetic smile, then adds, "It won't be anything intense. Just a drive. Some air. A change of scenery." Then she's gone, leaving me alone with the phone in my hands, and a new kind of anxiety crawling up my spine. The next morning, Lilith knocks again—this time with a light breakfast and a reminder: "You're leaving at ten. Dress warm." I almost ask where we're going, but she's already gone before I can. By the time I make it downstairs, the boys are waiting by the car. Nixon leans against the hood, sunglasses on, arms crossed like he owns the world. Mason's by the passenger door, tapping his fingers against the glass, visibly annoyed.

Not only that, he had even arranged a big party at a night pub for celebrating Ruhaan's B'day, and they were supposed to go to the pub at midnight. She fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed, and when she opened her eyes, it was 10 PM. She frowned and came out of the bed. She looked for Twinkle, but didn't find her, she then picked up her phone to call her and then saw her message.

Noah's POV Monday evening. After dinner. After the dinner planning conversation. After the assessment questions for Victor. I sat at the low table with the Captain Fossil expedition. But I was not drawing. I was thinking. About the Christmas concert. Five days away. December fourteenth. The concert was at seven PM. The Wolfe Tower geological display was at three PM. That left four hours between them. Four hours was adequate. But the planning needed to be correct. I put Captain Fossil down.

Magnus and Lara woke at midnight, just as they had planned. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows on the walls. Despite the quiet, both remained on edge, their senses sharpened and alert for anything unusual. Every creak, every rustle in the air could be a sign of something suspicious.

BUSHWINND TOWN 22:00PM After spending the last hours in deep thought laying in my bed, allowing myself to get to a point of madness. Running has always been a coping mechanism for me especially after my mother’s death, it has always helped me keep sane in an unstable world and find a sense of peace. For some reason I have a weird obsession of wanting to run in the night in the cold and empty streets.

“Midnight comes whether you’re ready or not.” The clock on the wall ticked over to 12:00 AM. And every phone on campus lit up at once.