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It fits my schedule, helps with my mama's expenses in her recovery from cancer, and doesn't taint my reputation because of the mask I always wear. Ever since I started this job I was immediately known as reina de los muertos or the midnight queen. This is because of how I hunt my prey and how I kill them in the most brutal way possible. I never knew how exhilarating danger was if I just stayed inside my shell. Now I tasted blood, I never wanted to stop. My soul is tainted and it is irrevocable. Every mission I give to my mama's treatment and for my brother's expenses at school. This is usually how my life is every day. I treat people with care at day then at night, the underworld hires me to

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

“Thanks-“ I start to say, before the sensation of throwing up happens. I turn my head to the side and retch up anything that was in my system. Midnight clears her throat and mutters, “yeah… don’t mention it.” “Where are we?” I asked as I wiped the puke off of my mouth. “Just outside of your tribe, Hades had me spying on you the whole time you’ve been living here,” Midnight says casually. Dropping a huge bomb on me, “I actually really liked you from the start.., I asked the lord why he had me doing it but he’d get angry and said I do as I’m told. I stopped questioning him when he almost killed me.” “Midnight…”” I say softly, “the way he treated you was never okay. You’ll be safe now- I’ll mak

It was a scent. A scent they hadn't sniffed for centuries. The scent of a friend. It was Midnight's smell. " Midnight.... " Sherry yelled as soon as she thought she was close enough. "Midnight . Come out. It's me. It's Sherizad. Midnight. Gosh girl, quit playing. I know you are here. " But no answer came. Sherry carefully approached from one side and Ryan combed from the other side. Midnight, knew she had f*cked up.

“Ah, we can see again! And there’s more Yukis in the arena now! What is going on?! Midnight seemed to be having a hard time fending off all the Yukis.” “Hard time huh?” Midnight muttered to himself. At that moment also, his astra spiked to an overwhelming level. The real Yuki, who was running around setting up the traps, was almost frozen in place. Internally, she cursed. (Shit!) Midnight spun with his swords out and sliced through all the clones. Then he turned and dashed toward Yuki. Yuki had no time to move at all. On his way, Midnight just tanked through the traps Yuki set up as if he intentionally did so.

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

“Messy. Loud. Unpredictable. With room for growth, failure, and really bad jokes.” Blake salutes. “Hey.” The Sleeper’s amusement deepens. Especially bad jokes. The Arbiter’s sigils stutter, conflicting directives colliding. SOVEREIGNTY MODEL… NONSTANDARD. “Welcome to Midnight,” Ethan says. “We don’t do standard.” The void begins to collapse—not violently, but gently, like a bubble popping. Reflections fade, replaced by solid ground beneath our feet. Trees reassert themselves, ley lines glowing warm and steady once more.

Arlo was startled because of the change in my voice but he settled down after realizing it was midnight who had taken over. " Hi yourself, come to meet your pups?" He asked and midnight nodded his head. " they are mine and so are you. I'll cherish and love you for the rest of my life." He chuckled and shook his head. " stop acting so cringe, I get that you love us but you don't have to act so soft." Midnight chuckled and pulled them closer to him, not missing the knowing look in dr. Carlyle's eyes as he tried his best to work without disturbing us.

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?

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. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.