Fnaf Night Guard Novels & Stories

Her oversized dark shades blocked her eyes, but I could still feel the dagger she was throwing at me. I sighed, getting up. “How could you? I thought I was your best friend. But nooo,” she flailed dramatically, “I had to find out on the freaking internet,” she emphasized the word like it had personally betrayed her. “That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne”

Control in everything even hunger. The bed waited, sheets crisp, duvet heavy. I slid beneath it, the weight of the world’s chaos tucked neatly into the folders I had locked away. My men stood guard outside. Their shadows stretched against the door from the hallway light, weapons gleaming faintly when the guards shifted. Safe. Sleep came easier than I expected. Heavy. Dark. Until… My phone chimed. A single notification. I frowned, dragging it from the nightstand. My thumb unlocked it, eyes narrowing at the file name glowing on the screen.

But it was enough—a flicker of hope that refused to die. Later that night, Jackie kept to the shadows, pretending to fetch water while her senses stayed sharp for anything useful. Two guards leaned lazily against the fence near the gate, their voices carrying in the still air. “Arena night’s coming soon,” one of them muttered with a grin. “The gamma’s itching for another show. Says the last one begged so hard he still dreams about it.” The other guard chuckled darkly. “Hope they throw this stubborn redhead one. I am dying to try her p**y and whip on her. Hot flesh and screams that’s the kind of entertainment I like.”

I slowly walked towards the hospital while trying to fight off my sleepiness, I couldn't let sleepiness win especially since I was transferred to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area, the ambulance at the entrance to the ER, and the families crying and taking care of the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, is it your shift?" the guard at the table joked at me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it's my first day on the night shift. It's all of a sudden," I replied then he checked my bag and gestured for me to be okay.

“I can get it.” “I know.” He’s already grabbing the blanket to tuck me back in. “And I can too.” He kisses my forehead and speeds out of the room, returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. I take a big drink and set it on the nightstand. “Do you have to work tonight?” “I’m done going over the bookkeeping, but I did plan on going in. I allowed Dina to feed last night so her fangs would grow back. I plan to rip them out again after I question her.”

For now, I need you to do this task. - Actually, dad, I need to tell you a secret about something I did today. please don't criticize me. - What would it be? - I spent seventy thousand dollars. Before you arrest me, it was for a good cause. - My God! What exorbitant expense would all this require? a new suit, a car you hit and had to silence the poor guy who was hit? Son, you need to be more careful! - Dad, please let me explain. a girl at University is constantly mistreated and humiliated for her simple clothes and lack of financial means. I decided to help her improve her appearance so that she could get a good job in the future. Not everyone has a guaranteed life.

She threatened. “Yeah, yeah, I’m shaking in my boots.” The guard snorted. “Who’s your mate?” Another male voice asked. “You! Zip it before I make you zip it.” The guard warned. “Whatever.” The male responded. “Don’t cause us any trouble and all will be good. If not, then I’ll be forced to use the wolfsbane and silver cocktail. It’s no biggie to me whichever one you chose.” He shrugged.

Freya "Okay, um, moving on. Do you have any experience here in the skating rink with other clients? Or do you bring some girls over here?" Johnny asked but the hot security guard just shook his head. "This is actually the first time I brought someone in this place since I'm on a graveyard shift and it closes at five in the afternoon so this place is empty when I'm on duty." The hot security guard responded and I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't scary that he was the only one in that place every night.

Seeing that he did not argue this point, the Day Gate Director then added, “This is advanced notice, Banshee. You have two weeks to report to Crosson.” Observing the muscles in his jaw tense and the arch of his eyebrow twitch as Cazer’s head flicked back toward the two intruders. He growled suspiciously, “Crosson? That’s a clear set up.” Made slightly indignant by the accusation, lines formed around her elegant lips as her teeth ground together mildly. “I simply need guard detail and, although I’m begrudged to admit it, Chiri Krane is still one of the most efficient and reliable Guardians we have.” Annaliese responded, seeming physically pained to admit the compliment.