Things To Do At Midnight Novels & Stories

Isobel Reeve's life has been a struggle. Born from the mateship between a werewolf and a human, she was devoid of a wolf, making her an outcast who knew nothing but pain and suffering inflicted by her werewolf kin. Her sole goal is to earn a degree from Silverwolf University, aiming to break free from the abuse she and her human mother face on a daily basis. She aims to move back to the human world and completely forget her werewolf side, which has brought her nothing but misery. Yet, in the midst of her lifelong suffering, she found comfort in the music of the Midnight Wolf, a mysterious werewolf idol whom Isobel had been crushing on for so long. His songs remained a source of strength for her, especially in dealing with Ryle Vanderberg, the hottest guy in Silverwolf University. Their conflicting perspectives frequently collided, consistently placing Isobel in challenging situations. But what will happen when the source of her comfort is intertwined with the cause of her conflict? More than that, how can she accept that the part of her she has been rejecting for so long will bring her the happiness she always yearns for?

I want Hunter on his knees, looking up at me with those infuriating eyes while I ruin that smart mouth of his. I want to push him until he’s gasping, trembling, pounding his fists against my thighs, desperate and undone. But we don’t all get our wishes, do we? Especially such a perverted, fucked up wish. So I shove it down into the deepest darkest corners of my chest, pretending to hate him. Wait, it’s not actually pretense, because I DO hate that fucker. My hatred for him is a visceral thing that rages through my vein, drumming only one tune. --FUCKING DESTROY HUNTER BEAUMONT. But the moment I vow to take his stupid team of rich snobby fucks to the cleaners and bring the cup home, Hunter FUCKING Beaumont transfers to my high-school, to play on my team. MY FUCKING TEAM. Hunter and I play better as enemies and rivals. It was the only thing we agree on—winning games and hating the shit out of each other. Except the winning means, one of us is holding the cup while the other seethes, gritting their teeth in anger. NOT HOLDING THE FUCKING CUP TOGETHER. This was supposed to be my year of finally winning and I’d be damned if I do it with that asshole by my side.

What would you do when you find out that, the man who stole your first kiss, whom you lost your virginity to was your best friend's Father! ***************** The pace of his thrusts increased, the only sound breaking the thick silence of the night, coming from his balls hitting my center. His large hands pinning my weight down on to the bed, muffling my screams in the process. We were threading on a thin line. His daughter, my best friends was just next to us, sleeping in the other room. I wondered how she hadn't yet been alerted by our love making. What would she say, if she had discovered me in such a position with her father! Deeper and deeper he went, making it harder and harder for me to hold in my cries. "Shh!" He whispered, his warm breath rubbing on my cheek. "You don't want to wake up your friend now, do you!"

Brought up by her grandmother, Kiara is just your average girl, a Nerdy Chef. She was urged to attend a billionaire's party by her best friend Mila. Kiara didn't realize what is going to happen at the party. But she won't ever be that average girl again. She met a man who called her "mate" The man happened to be Mateo , the famous Arrogant and ruthless Mafia billionaire Alpha. ** The blood moon pack was lead by Alpha Asher and luna Aria. It was a tradition that a day before the moonlight festival ritual , the Alpha and his wife will go to a forest near the human world to get a precious stone. Which will be used for the moonlight festival ritual. However, on one of those days They went to get the precious stone but never returned. The pack hunters reported that the alpha and his luna was attacked and captured by humans. For mateo to get his wolf, he must find his parents and his mate. And bring them back to the pack. Already, the pack witch told him that his mate is a human. Mateo set out in a journey to the human town. There he met Jack who introduced him to a powerful Mafia group. He needed power, connections and money in order to find his parents. Therefore he joined a famous mafia group the scorpion souls to survive and not after long became their leader.

“Run. For when the moon rises so do the monsters.” Blood trickled down my legs as I managed to keep my foot in front of the other in an attempt to run. Who would imagine that running away from being engaged to an old Alpha would lead right into the clutches of my fated lycan king? And that right there would lead to my death or...? Now I'm hunted, claimed and I might just end up ruined.

Christine was dumped by her fiancé. She decided to drink her sorrows away. After a one-night stand with someone she didn't know, she discovered she was pregnant. Left alone with no other choice, she decided to raise her daughter alone, struggling financially with no one to help. Future Alpha Reyes was banished from his pack after being accused of murdering his older brother's wife from the Blood Crest Pack. He let his guard down that night and had with a lady he didn't know. He later became a successful billionaire in the city and built his own pack. He has been relentlessly searching for the woman he slept with, unable to erase her from his memory. Years later, he spotted her at a mall with a little girl who bore a striking resemblance to him. He can't deny the fact that he is definitely the father of the little girl who he was staring at. Will Christine embrace Reyes once she discovers his true identity? What unfolds when the Blood Crest Pack summons him? Do you believe they will accept a human as their Luna?

A king is known for his ruthlessness, Who played with people and killed them brutally. A king who is called Blood King among Villages. And Dance with Wolves among His People "The barbarians are coming!" At that moment, my heart stops. I look up from where I am sitting next to the boudoir in the manor to the oval-shaped window. No, I think to myself. This can't be happening. The barbarians rarely ever raided the northwestern villages, but when they did, they left the streets bloodied and the houses bare. And if they were feeling especially evil, they'd even take a maiden back to their king as a gift. Elizabella has, fair skin color, a perfect figure, and height. Delicate body, 19 years old simple-minded yet brave girl. belongs to a stable family but when the village got attacked, She was taken as a gift to King. She was a daring and fearless girl, The kind Of girl a barbarian hates the most. King was never rude to women. unlike his men, he was gentle and only do sex when women beg him to do it. For the first time, he met a girl so challenging and fearless. So straightforward and sharp-tongued, First Girl who refused him many times that he takes her as a challenge and wanted her to beg him for sex!!! He doesn't even want to hurt her which was out of order because usually, barbarians killed those women who refused them, and The King himself can't hurt her! Will she escape from his Kingdom? Or Will he make her accept him as her King?

I signed my life away at 4:47 p.m… and called it love. Five years later, I’m standing in the ruins of that choice, divorced, betrayed, and nearly dead by the hands of the man I once fought the world to marry. My husband wants me gone. His mistress is carrying his child. And the empire my parents built? Stolen right from under me. But I’m not the broken woman they think I am. Because the night they tried to kill me… I didn’t call for help. I called him. Nikolai, my ex fiancé, my enemy, the man I once abandoned… and the only one powerful enough to burn my world to ashes or rebuild it from dust. Now he’s back. Dangerous. Calculated. Watching me like I already belong to him. He says he wants to help me reclaim everything I lost. My company. My name. My power. All I have to do… is marry him. Again. But nothing about Nikolai is simple. And the deeper I fall into his game, the more I realize. This isn’t just revenge anymore. It’s a war. And this time… I’m not the woman who walks away. I’m the one who strikes back.

My name is Dakota Wetherby. On the very day my husband, Theodore Aldridge, and I get legally married, he brings his ex-girlfriend, Sofia Moretti, into our home. "Sofia recently suffered a miscarriage, so she's going through a very difficult time. I'm genuinely worried about her," he says. "We're just friends. It's only natural for friends to comfort each other," he adds. Sofia is Theodore's college sweetheart. Rumor has it they separated on good terms when she went abroad for further studies. Clad in Theodore's jacket, she curls up on our bed. Her pale, ashen face is streaked with tears. "I'm so sorry, Dakota. I had no idea you two were getting married today. "I was too upset and didn't know who else to reach out to, so I called Theo. "He was only comforting me because I lost my child. It's completely my fault for overstepping and ruining your wedding day. "You can ask for whatever compensation you want. Just please don't blame Theo for this." I hold the freshly issued marriage certificate from the courthouse and walk up to her. "Since you've brought it up, I suppose I'll reluctantly accept your compensation. "Theodore and I are married for business reasons, with billions in projects hanging in the balance. "Tell me, how exactly do you plan to make up for all of that?"

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest friends teasing her. "Emmy, how much longer are you planning to keep up this fake-death act?" A familiar voice answered, one I could never mistake, that was tinged with indulgence and amusement. "As soon as Corbin Ellery's heart condition is cured. Back then, if Grayson hadn't insisted on sending the butler to the destruction plant, Corbin wouldn't have needed to pretend his system malfunctioned. And I wouldn't have had to fake my death to help him disappear completely." Another friend clicked her tongue. "Still, nobody expected you to go this far. Having Corbin wear a custom synthetic skin suit and pose as a robot butler right under your husband's nose all those years? That's insane." Fake death? Corbin? The blood drained from my face. The woman I had mourned for five years was alive. And the robot that had stirred her desire had never been a robot at all. It was my closest friend. A passing server accidentally slammed into me, sending a tray crashing to the floor. The conversation inside stopped instantly. Emmy turned toward the doorway, and our eyes met.