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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Every night at exactly 12:00 a.m., anonymous callers spill their darkest secrets to “The Midnight Line.”
But when a trembling voice whispers a confession about a planned murder, radio host Eva Moretti becomes the only witness to a crime that hasn’t happened yet.
And the killer… may be watching her.
If you love romantic suspense, forbidden chemistry, deadly secrets, and twists you’ll never see coming, this book is for you.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Midnight Confessions
Oludotun Coker
Introduction
In the quiet hours of the night, when the world sleeps and secrets stir, lives are quietly unraveling, hearts are silently breaking, and truths that cannot be spoken during the day emerge under the cloak of darkness. Midnight Confessions dives deep into those hidden moments—where desires clash with morality, past choices echo loudly, and confessions reveal more than just guilt—they reveal the very essence of who we are.
This is a story about the shadows we hide behind, the decisions we thought were private, and the consequences that refuse to remain silent. Every character carries a secret, every revelation shakes the foundations of trust, and every confession has the power to change lives forever.
Prepare to step into a world where the night listens, the truth waits to be told, and nothing remains hidden. Turn the page… if you dare to uncover the confessions that only the midnight can reveal.
Chapter 1: The First Confession
The red “ON AIR” light blinked to life, bathing the dim studio in a faint, pulsating glow. Eva Moretti inhaled deeply, steadying the tremor in her chest. Midnight always brought a strange kind of electricity—loneliness mixed with mystery, wrapped in the quiet hum of a sleeping city.
“Good evening, listeners,” she said into the microphone, her voice smooth and calm despite the exhaustion pulling at her. “This is The Midnight Line, where secrets live in the dark—and sometimes die there.”
It was supposed to be a catchy tagline.Tonight, it felt like a warning.
For the first hour, the calls were harmless—drunk confessions, broken hearts, lovers whispering apologies or regrets. Nothing new. Nothing dangerous.
But then the line crackled.
A dead silence followed. Not the kind made by shyness or hesitation—this was colder. Heavier. As if someone was holding their breath on purpose.
“Hello?” Eva leaned forward, adjusting her headphones. “You’re live on air. What’s your confession tonight?”
A low exhale drifted through the speakers—a sound too controlled to be an accident.
“I don’t want the world to hear this,” a man’s voice whispered. “Just you.”
His tone wasn’t ragged or emotional like most late-night callers.It was calm. Steady. Almost… deliberate.
Eva’s heartbeat quickened.
“We can keep it anonymous,” she offered gently. “You can tell me anything.”
He chuckled—a soft, chilling sound that didn’t belong on a radio show.“Good. Because what I’m about to say… I’ve never told anyone.”
Eva glanced at the sound engineer, who shrugged, unaware of the creeping dread sliding down her spine.
“What’s your name?” she asked, trying to sound composed.
“You can call me…”He paused long enough for a cold sweat to break across her skin.“…The Wolf.”
Eva swallowed. The name settled like ice.
“And what would you like to confess, Wolf?”
There was a rustle. Paper? Clothing? She couldn’t tell.When he spoke again, his voice dropped, deep and dangerous.
“I’ve been watching someone for weeks.”A beat.“She doesn’t know she’s in danger yet.”
Eva stiffened. There was nothing theatrical in his tone—no drunken slur or attention-seeking drama. This felt real. Too real.
“Are you saying you intend to hurt someone?” she pressed, signaling silently to the producer to trace the call. He nodded and got to work.
The Wolf didn’t answer right away.Instead, he inhaled slowly, as though enjoying the moment.
“I’m saying,” he murmured, “that by tomorrow night… she’ll be gone.”
Eva’s blood ran cold.
“Who is she?” Her voice faltered despite her best effort. “You need to tell me so I can help.”
Another quiet chuckle.“You already know her.”
Eva froze.
“She talks like an angel,” he continued softly. “Her voice soothes the lonely. Comforts the desperate. Makes the broken feel… alive.”
Her throat tightened.He was describing her.
“Wolf,” she whispered, “are you talking about me?”
A long, suffocating silence followed.
Then—“I’m talking about someone who needs to learn that secrets come with a price.”A faint click echoed through her headphones as the line went dead.
Eva ripped her headset off, her pulse thundering.The producer shook his head.
“No trace. He blocked everything.”
Her fingers trembled.Her breath caught.
In the silent studio, the “ON AIR” light glowed like a warning beacon.And for the first time in her broadcasting career, Eva was afraid to speak.
Afraid to breathe.
Afraid of what midnight might bring next.
Because this wasn’t just a confession.It was a promise.
A deadly one.
Chapter 2: A Voice in the Dark
Eva didn’t sleep.
Not even for a minute.
The Wolf’s voice kept replaying in her mind—soft, controlled, coated with a darkness that felt too real to dismiss as a prank. She had handled threats before, but this was different. This man’s words had weight. Purpose. A cold confidence that settled beneath her skin like poison.
By morning, the city buzzed with its usual rhythm—cars honking, vendors shouting, people rushing to work. Life moved on.But Eva couldn’t shake the sense that someone was moving with her.Watching. Listening.
By noon she had convinced herself she was overreacting.
By midnight, she realized she wasn’t.
The second hour of her show had just started when the light on Line 4 began to blink—slow, steady, intentional. Not a random caller.Someone waiting.
Her stomach knotted.
She pressed the button, keeping her voice as calm as possible.“You’re on The Midnight Line. Talk to me.”
Silence.
Then—
“You sound tired tonight… Eva.”
Her entire body froze.
He knew her name.
Not just “radio host” or “the woman on air.”Her actual name.
“Wolf,” she whispered, unable to mask the tremor in her voice. “How do you know who I am?”
A quiet laugh drifted from the speakers, so low it almost blended with the static.“I’ve always known.”
Her pulse spiked.
“You said last night someone was in danger,” she pushed, trying to stay in control. “If you’re serious, you need to tell me who. I can contact the police.”
“Oh, the police?” he murmured, amused. “And what would you tell them? That a stranger whispered secrets to you? That he said he likes your voice?”A pause.“Or that he knows where you live?”
Her grip on the microphone tightened so hard her knuckles whitened.
“You need to stop this now,” she said firmly. “This isn’t a game.”
Another breath—slow, deliberate—filled her headphones.“Everything is a game, Eva. Some of us just play better.”
Behind the glass window, her producer mouthed, Trace?She nodded. He typed urgently.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “What do you want?”
The Wolf’s voice softened, almost tender.“To help you.”
She blinked.“Help me? How?”
“By telling you the truth no one else will. You’re surrounded by liars, Eva. People who pretend to care. People you trust.”His tone darkened.“And one of them is hiding something from you.”
Her chest tightened.
“Who?” she demanded. “Tell me who you’re talking about.”
“Soon,” he breathed. “But first, there’s something you need to hear.”
He lowered his voice until it felt like he was whispering directly into her ear.
“Tonight… someone followed you from the parking lot to the station.Two steps behind. Quiet. Careful. Watching you.”
Eva’s breath hitched.She hadn’t seen or heard anything—yet she suddenly remembered the prickling sensation at the back of her neck when she locked her car. The feeling of eyes following her… shadows shifting behind her.
“You’re lying,” she whispered, but the fear leaking into her tone betrayed her.
“I never lie,” he replied.“And the person watching you isn’t done. If you want to live, Eva… you need me.”
A sudden alarm buzzed from her producer’s station.
Trace failed.
Again.
The Wolf chuckled softly, as if he could hear it.
“You can’t find me,” he said. “But I can find you.”
Eva leaned back, trying to steady her breathing. The studio suddenly felt too small. Too dark. Too quiet.
