In the tale of Midnight Love, a man and a woman seek love in the shadows. Join them as they chase love beyond the darkness, where hearts collide in a world of mystery and desire.
The vast living room may be accessed by a large doorway that resembles an archway, which is located in the entrance hall. David waited there, his back pressed against the chilly wall behind him. He stood there and waited.
All of the rooms that around him were silent.
Chloe was being cared after by Bryce and Remy, who were sleeping in a spare bedroom located on the second floor.
Seven exhausted boys were seen sitting and standing in the living room, which was located downstairs. There was no one who had slept. No one was making any talk. The air was beginning to smell tired.
Jarren stood opposite David in the room. Not only for Chloe, but for everyone else there as well, he appeared to be anxious. Jarren's attention was fixed on the younger child, while David's gaze could be seen hovering somewhere above the oldest child.
The youngster was examined by him. "You didn't sleep since I left, did you?"
"Is it obvious?"
In an attempt to find the appropriate words, he paused for a bit before saying, "You look pretty..." "dead."
David let out a chuckle, perhaps more amused by the fact that he talked in such a playful manner when no one else had the courage to speak at all. Leaning his head on the wall behind him, he lowered his head.
"You really know how to build people up, huh?"
Despite the fact that Jarren shrugged as if it were no great thing, his gesture, posture, and facial expression were all oozing with sarcasm. The moment he saw Hudson, his gaze immediately shifted to his.
Jarren drew attention to the fact that there was blood on his shirt.
David made a humming sound, gave it a cursory examination, and then went away. "It's not his."
The intention was for it to sound reassuring, but it didn't even come close. David let out a long, deep sigh; the air that filled his lungs felt heavy, uncomfortable, uncomfortable, and empty.
Jarren continued, "I figured," and then he allowed his words to drift out into the quiet chamber, where they quickly faded down because of the silence.
There was, however, a barely audible sound of footsteps that could be heard emanating from within that state of serenity, silence, and wordless strain. Everyone looked to the entryway, as Bryce and Remy quickly entered the living room after passing David and Jarren. This caused everyone to stare at the entrance.
While he was looking at the boys for a moment, Bryce ran his fingers through his hair and momentarily considered them. He was aware of the concern and experienced the weight of it.
"You guys look like someone died," Bryce remarked with a gloomy expression on his face. After that, he let out a sigh, his expression becoming more relaxed. "She will be fine."
A little moment of silence, followed by a deep breath taken, here and there. Although the fear did not completely go, it was less noticeable in comparison to the relief that they experienced.
There is no question that she ought to take a little break. "Obviously," she said. She is suffering from a concussion and has lost a significant amount of blood. Some little bumps and bruises here and there," Bryce said. "If she takes it slow, she'll be better soon though."
The atmosphere in the room was filled with unyielding nodding and a few hums of acknowledgment. Then, for some reason, it continued to be silent.
Although they were relieved, the lads were nonetheless upset about what had occurred. Even though it wasn't their fault, it seemed as though it was their fault.
Bryce was able to comprehend the atmosphere in the room with only a single glance. It was clear to him what the lads were trying to convey with their expressions. With a serious expression on his face, he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and then let out an exaggerated sigh.
"I have to admit though," Bryce stated with a little of amusement. As for the rest of you idiots, she is a good fit for the group. The idiots"
"Whom are you calling an idiot?" Quickly, AA's scratchy voice delivered a response. Following that, there was a sound of footfall that were quite quiet and made their way down the stairs rather slowly.
While Chloe gripped to the railing, her eyes narrowed slightly in response to the relatively harsh light that was present inside the chamber. Her head was in constant pain, and she observed that her legs were weak and shaky.
In addition, the skin is still very pale. Bryce let out a huff as soon as he spotted her. "What about me telling you to stay in bed?"
"You were practically talking behind my back; how could I not come?"
The physician wore a frown. When asked, "That is your defense?" defense? Chloe gave a slight nod. "You can go right back to bed then."
After taking one more step, she came to a stop next to David, who was standing with his eyes wide open in shock at her abrupt arrival. Without making physical contact with her, he extended his hand and let it to hover behind her back.
On the off chance.
"I don't want to be all alone upstairs."
Even though he rolled his eyes, Bryce refrained from engaging in a debate with her. He took another glance at her before simply shrugging his shoulders.
"How are you?" As Hudson coaxed her to come closer, he moved closer and closer until he was almost standing in front of her. Not only did Jonas stand up, but he also moved closer to her. All of the others observed in silence. While all was going on, Jarren and Bryce looked at each other.
"Alright," was her next response. "Sorry for causing trouble, by the way."
With a swift motion, Hudson shook his head. "It wasn't your fault."
This caused her to laugh in an embarrassing manner. "Well, a little maybe?" Nevertheless, it was just confusing to the boys. "You see, I don't react well when people are rude to me for no reason."
In "A Night with a Reaper," a girl seeks love beyond the ordinary, entwining her fate with the grim reaper. Together, she will navigate a world where passion and darkness collide, finding the man of her life despite of the unordinary.
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
Charles' breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. "I'm close," he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white... Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it... I could hardly believe it-I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren't fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée-my sister-was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack...
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"