What To Do At 12 Am Novels & Stories

I won't beg for scraps from those who already want me doomed. I must have drifted off into a light, shaky sleep, because the next thing I knew, a sharp knock came at the door, making me bolt upright. I blinked, disoriented. I looked at the clock on the wall. **12:45 AM.** Who the hell was knocking at this hour? My heart climbed into my throat. I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly, and crept toward the door. Even through the heavy oak, I could smell him. That scent of cedarwood, cold rain, and something dangerous that made my wolf pace in circles.

Tonight, I was not alone in that silence. The lights in the penthouse were dim, with only the soft glow of the city filtering through the tall windows. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it read 12:47 a.m. Too late. Way too late. Yet here I was, still awake. Not working. Not pouring over contracts. Not replying to emails.

At this hour, it should only be a bit past nine. That thought vanished the moment she saw the numbers. 12:24 a.m. All the noise in her head dropped away in an instant, leaving only a hard, clear awareness.

Alexa sat in her small but cozy living room, watching the clock as it ticked past midnight. The soft glow of the lamp gave the room a warm, comforting feel, and she let out a tired sigh, ready to call it a night. It had been a long day, and she was looking forward to a few hours of peaceful sleep. Just as she reached for the lamp to switch it off, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence of the apartment.

I have come to this realization at 2am in the morning. 2:00am – 9 November 2021 I find it difficult to sleep – my eyes close but they refuse to stay that way. So I stop trying , in stead I begin to look around my dimly lit room. My night light shines just a tiny bit of light into my room ; stars from the night light decorate my walls and ceilings. I begin to trace a couple of the stars until my hand feels heavy and plops down to my side.

When did I become a stalking partner? It's only a few minutes past 2 PM, and nothing significant is expected until around 7 PM. Soft music and vibrant lights fill the space. Only a handful of customers sit at separate tables. This place will soon be bustling with energy. It may seem lifeless now, but it's deceptive what this venue can become.

It occurred to me that a nap might be a good idea. Sometimes, my math teacher allows permission to take the test at exactly midnight, which is great for people like Brandon who are awake in the middle of the night. Maybe I could take the test before the hunt. I decided I’d better wait and see what my sister had planned, though it wouldn’t be surprising if she had decided to show up in Lexington sometime around two or three o’clock in the morning.

“Everyone here has a point, but this conversation doesn’t if everyone is angry, don’t you all think? Do not let this lead to something worse.” None of them answer. “It’s past twelve, and I think all of us should take a rest,” I then say.

She grabbed my hand as she stood. “It’s time, you guys know the drill. Does everyone have their incantation papers?” She asked. The room nodded their heads. “Ok good! Let's get into position. It’s 12:00 am, you have 14 minutes and then you know what to do.” She said.

Amira's POV "Can we meet?" I jumped off to my bed after reading his message. I feel so excited with mixed hesitation. I took a deep breath and find my composition. My heart beats rapidly and I am confused about what to do. It was already 12 in the evening and the guard's are strictly securing the spaces. What are we gonna do at this time? I look at Patty snoring over her pillows while his one leg raised above her teddy bear. Poor teddy, carrying a heavy burden.