Chat Noir Novels & Stories

Quand personne ne s'y attend, l'effet est plus vif. Je travaille dans le noir. Oui, c'est comme celà que je fonctionne. Je marche doucement vers ma voiture. Je rentre et ferme doucement la portière. Je ne veux pas me faire chopper. Je regarde l'heure qu'il fait :deux heures. Merde ! Cette inspection de son appartement ne m'a servi à rien . Ça a plutôt agrandi mes questionnements. Qui est ce gars au juste ?

The Chief nodded grimly. "That's putting it mildly, CEO DelValle. To be completely honest, I've spent years hoping to catch him. And if fate is kind enough to let him resist arrest when that day comes..." His jaw tightened. "I might not be too disappointed." The room fell silent. "He slaughtered innocent people without remorse. Men, women, even children. There isn't a shred of humanity left in him." His gaze drifted toward the crime scene photographs spread across the table. "He's completely heartless."

When I arrived at the café it didn’t shock me anymore when I saw Dark Hades already standing at the entrance of the café. “You are making me so curious, Mr. Dark Hades.” I said when I got nearer to him. And like usual he didn’t talk and just stared at me. I want him to talk and tell me everything but I’m also afraid that it might change him or me. There’s a lot of secret that I need to figure out. There’s a lot of skeleton in the closet that needed to be discover. “And I know curiosity always kills a cat.” I said and went inside the café. I saw him followed me. I order just one coffee because I know he don’t want it. We sit at the same table.

Everything went dark. I woke standing in a bar. Men in leather biker jackets filled the room. The voices in the bar were so loud, I couldn't hear myself think. Then I saw him. I saw Matei. He stood behind the bar serving drinks to some attractive looking women. His smile to them was pure charm. They ogled him and giggled amongst themselves. He even drew the attention of several men around the bar. People shouted greetings to him as he jumped from customer to customer. The bell on the door clinked as the door opened. The bar grew silent as a dark haired woman with grey blue eyes walked through the door. Her dark curly locks framed her face and fell all the way to her waist.

" I hummed, somewhat understanding what he was saying. "Anything else I can clear up?" Cain asked. I thought about it for a moment. "Why do your eyes get so dark?" I asked him. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "It's not very pretty, is it?" he asked. "That's not what l asked," I said.

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I said, handing him the paper. He took the crumpled note, skimmed the message then popped the locks. "In the back," he said, motioning with his thumb. We pulled away from the curb and I shuddered. Even with the growing distance between us, I could feel the tattooed man's murderous gaze, signing my death warrant. The streets flew by my window, blurring into one long, pastel streak. Not that I cared. The walled cities always looked the same, with every building a minimum of two stories high, painted in one of four pastel shades and a single coded steel door at its front.

The bar was a festering wound in the city’s underbelly, its flickering neon sign spelling “Haven” with a burnt-out “H.” Inside, the air was a chokehold of cigarette smoke, spilled whiskey, and desperation, the kind of place where secrets were currency and lives were cheap. Kai Castellano sat in a shadowed booth, his black leather jacket blending with the gloom, his icy blue eyes fixed on the door. His gloved fingers tapped the scarred wooden table, a rhythm of barely contained fury. Marco Santoro, the slippery fixer dubbed “The Broker,” was late. Kai didn’t like waiting, especially not for a man who’d dodged him twice—first at the gala, then at the warehouse explosion.

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one