Love After Midnight

Storytime, Romance, LGBT

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Hi there! I’m a passionate storyteller, an aspiring author with a head full of characters and half-finished plots just waiting to leap onto the page. As a proud mom of three amazing kids, my days are a whirlwind of love, laughter, and the occasional crayon masterpiece on the walls. When I’m not wrangling words or little humans, you’ll find me diving into the colorful worlds of anime, getting lost in a good book, or unwinding with some cozy coloring and gaming sessions. Writing has always been my compass — a way to explore new worlds, process life, and connect with others. This blog is my creative playground, a space to share snippets of my stories, reflections on motherhood and creativity, and the occasional fangirl moment over my favorite anime. I’m building this little corner of the internet not just to share my journey, but to connect with fellow dreamers, readers, and creators. One day, I hope to publish the stories that have been living rent-free in my head — and I’d love for you to be part of that adventure from the very beginning. Let’s write our stories together 💫

Category: Paranormal

  • Untitled: Medical 2.0

      Coming to Liam feels his arms and legs are bonded to something that is metal. He squeezes his eye closed, the pain in his head making itself known, and he tries moving around a little to test how far he can move before his binds hinder him. When he opens his eyes into slits…

  • Stuck……..

    I am stuck right now in my current stories, I know where I want it to go but it’s hard finding the right words… so, I am going to do what I normally do when this happens… I am gonna write something else so I can still get my creativity out and then maybe it…

  • When You Wake: Threads of Pressure

    Dawn smelled of rain and printer ink. Ari woke with the practiced calm of someone who had learned to steady herself before the world asked for steadiness. She dressed in the same careful order she used for drills: socks, shoes, a braid Cashel had started, and Leonidas finished. At breakfast, they spoke in small, ordinary…

  • Marked by Moonfire: The Courts’ Voices

    The summons arrived on a morning that smelled of rain and iron. Couriers came not as threats but as formalities: banners folded, words measured, and a request for audience that carried the weight of old protocol. The Pact gathered in the Temple’s council chamber—Seraphine at the center, Warden at her right, Nyra and several rogue…

  • Marked by MoonFire: Roots and Reckonings

    The Vale woke to a different kind of morning—one threaded with questions. The new arrivals had brought skills and stories, but they had also brought histories the Pact did not yet understand. Seraphine spent the day like a cartographer of people: mapping not just routes and watchposts but the contours of memory and grievance that…

  • Marked by MoonFire: The Throng and the Threshold

    Dawn came thin and silver, and with it a new tide. The Vale’s borders, once a quiet line of trees and watchposts, became a braided road of travelers. They arrived not in a single wave but in a steady stream: elders with hair like lichen, children with eyes too old for their faces, hunters who…

  • Marked by MoonFire: The Wilding

    The next wave came not as a march but as weather—slow at first, then undeniable. At dawn a scout returned with a string of footprints that were not wholly human: impressions of hooves and talons, the soft drag of something that carried seeds in its hair. By noon the Vale’s tree line was a moving…

  • When You Wake: Anchors and Echoes

    Ari learned to count in two languages now: the tidy numbers her teacher wrote on the board and the quiet measures of power that lived beneath her ribs. Mornings were arithmetic and playground politics; afternoons were drills and debriefs. She practiced tethering a thought to a name until the syllable felt like a stone she…

  • When you Wake: Lullabies, Light, and New Kinship

    The cameras loved ritual. They loved the ordinary because ordinary could be replayed and dissected until it looked suspicious. Cashel and Leonidas learned to treat their lives like evidence: visible, repeatable, unremarkable in the best possible way. They took turns answering questions in the compound’s glass-walled briefing room while Ari sat on a low stool…

  • Marked by MoonFire: The Gathering of Wild Voices

    The news came like a wind that had been waiting for permission. At first it was a single shadow at the edge of the Vale—an antlered silhouette that paused at the tree line and then stepped forward, curious rather than hostile. Then another came, and another, until the Temple steps were ringed with faces that…