What Time Is Midnight

Taylor hoped this would be the best summer of her life and Alex loved camping, ignoring all the signs he drove down to Rainier. Taylor and Alex have been best friends since kindergarten They embarked on a journey to have the best summer but unfortunately turned into a series of nightmares for them, They make new friends along the way, Jack, Conrad, and Sage. They all go camping in the woods hunted by a monster. They encounter strange events and eerie sounds in the woods, and they become vulnerable and against each other making the monster latch onto them due to the secrets they all have putting their friendship at stake. With all the betrayals, romance, jealousy, and secrets, they all had to come together to outsmart the monster for survival uniting them and making them bond and learn valuable lessons about trust, honesty, and Loyalty. Read to find out how these friends were taunted and haunted by the monster

Lily Morgan was supposed to be the organization's next leader called Thanatos, but everything got messed up when her brother died. After five years, she decided to look for the man behind the death of her brother and avenge him with the help of Isaac Sullivan. The man who popped out of nowhere and asked her hand for marriage in exchange for money and his help to find the mysterious man who ruined her life. Does their marriage will help them solve the mystery of the past or it will ruin everything between them when they both unfold the truth? When midnight strike, what will be your answer? are you going to make a deal with the devil?

Insomnia, depression and what's worse, he had absolutely no appetite. Things couldn't get any worse for him. Yet when life had already made him hit rock-bottom, there was nothing left to lose anymore. Thrown into such situation, a young man who wasn't in the best mental condition, suddenly got nicknamed Midnight and found himself visiting the same girl over and over again every night in her backyard. The girl being the same one he had had a crush on years ago. The problem is... This girl has no idea who he is, nor did he have any intention to let her know. In such situation a question arises: How do I make her like me back?

“Midnight Strokes” captures the secretive, rhythmic, deeply physical acts that happen in darkness, driven by raw desire, power play, and mutual hunger. It’s sensual, slightly dangerous, and beautifully ambiguous, suggesting both literal sexual motion and the lingering “strokes” left on memory and skin long after the night ends.

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. It is about a woman finding her courage in this world. Upon finding it she craves to relinquish the feeling of always being on the edge of the cliff while being the one who solely helps her family from crumbling into pieces. She was hired by Alessandro as their Assassin in their mafia, but their hearts start to recognize the sparks igniting turning into the indomitable flames of their desires. Their fates are always not in favor, but can they test fate and vanquish the plague surrounding them. Or are they meant to dwindle and let it destroy them instead of being their salvation? ... “Gattina, I love it when you are in this position, you should do this more often. And the reason next time won't be picking up your black clutch.” She looked up and scowled with amusement dancing in her eyes. Mio Dio. “I bet you do. I look good in a lot of angles sir. But you won't be able to see if I will be performing one.”

The city sleeps under his dominion. He stands at the top of his tower, watching the skyline he built on corpses and contracts. A power play gone wrong leaves blood on his hands and a name on his conscience—the woman he was never meant to see again. Below, she moves through the city unseen, carrying evidence that ties him to a crime buried a decade deep. Their collision begins not with love, but exposure. She’s the variable that can end him—or save him from what he’s become.

What I thought was fictional turned out to be real, and I eventually fell under the spell of the two beasts that shifted under the moon. Meet Jasper, the young man who lives next door and whom I trust the most. Then I met Damon, one of my class's most mesmerizing and strange students. They aren't just good-looking teens because they have a secret that only I know. And knowing their secret is what will put me in danger. The closer I get to them, the more dangerous it is for me. The moon will show what kind of creature they are. And what are they? It's a secret!

I went on holiday intending to forget everything about my failed college admission. Instead, the heat stripped me bare, stolen looks that turned into touches, touches that into desires .With him, every desire wasn’t rushed; it simmered, built in shared rooms until restraint felt like a lie we were both tired of telling. What we did there was indulgent and dangerous, a secret written on my body before I ever said his name out loud. I knew it couldn’t last. I knew what it cost. But in that borrowed place, I let myself want him fully and it became the best holiday of my life, because for once, I didn’t stop something that felt so good.

He was twisted in every way. Knows nothing about boundaries and a heart made out of ice and steel. He kills those he deems to rot in hell and those who dare disobey him. And definitely, he will torture anyone who dares lay a hand on HER. Damon Montreal, a notorious mafia boss in the city, had set his eyes only on one woman. The only light to his darkness Cara Davidsons. While she was the CEO’s princess daughter, she had all she needed. Yet, no matter how perfect her life seemed to be, there was a shadow that followed her everywhere. A prowling presence beneath the veil of darkness. A monster of a man. A phantom that visits her every night and watches her sleep. “You are mine, Cara. You are fucking mine.” With a voice so velvety and rich, compelling her to dive into his dark, messed-up world. Will she be able to embrace the devil that only she could tame and accept him for who he is? Or that Damon would be too ruthless and engulf the remaining ray of light in his life.

News of a wedding in Nordica's top power family lit up the world. But at the rehearsal, I caught my fiancée, Ivette Bianchi, making out with her childhood sweetheart, Jerick Weiner. "Babe, we've been in love forever. Let me use your first-time blood as pigment for my art?" Ivette blushed, hesitated— Jerick didn't wait. He pinned her to the wall and kissed her. "My best piece needs that color," he whispered. "I want this painting to end our youth." I watched them twisted together, ice-cold. Dropped the ring. It clattered across the floor. "Go through with the ceremony," I said. "Or your family goes broke." She stiffened, shoved Jerick off, and spat, "Fine." Then she turned right back, grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside. "It's just a bachelorette party. I won't miss the rehearsal." The door slammed. I didn't react. I was done. I made the call. "Change the bride. And yeah—the Bianchis crossed the line first. I want them erased."