Fresno Night Crawlers Novels & Stories

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

I continued to walk, with Zion steadfastly at my side, stopping only when I reached my men. As I addressed them for the last time, my gaze flickered to the slender figure still observing me. Lisa waved, her face illuminated by a smile. With a final nod in her direction, I hoisted myself onto Zion and set out towards the den of the night crawlers. The sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and red as we made our way through the dense forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the earthy musk of the undergrowth. Each step took us deeper into the night crawlers’ territory, a place where the shadows whispered and the faintest of movements could mean danger lurking

"They will know exactly what happened. The head of the clan is rumored to be 1,269 years old just like this book. So, I'm aware he knows all that happened." "I have told you, we made a mistake by letting her leave. Where are the nightcrawlers?" Theresa pointed at one of the confessors. "Inside a cave." She replied almost immediately. "Thank you." She glared at everyone. "Do you know why they live in caves? That's their stronghold!" "No, you're wrong. The night crawlers are cursed. They can't move in daylight. If they do, they will be burnt into ashes." "Who cursed them?" Theresa asked anyone willing to answer.

Everything looked normal. Then I heard it. A soft scratching, directly above me. I looked up. I shouldn't have looked up. The ceiling was full of faces. Dozens of them. Pressed against the plaster from the other side, flattened like flowers in a book. They were all smiling. They were all watching me. And in the center, where the ceiling met the wall, was a dark opening. Something was crawling out of it. Something with too many fingers. Something with eyes that had no whites.

They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into the decontamination zone. I walked down the stairs slowly with my mentor and I held in a breath as through the glass and staff taking off their hazmat suits, I could see the contamination zone. I could see that there was row after row of cages of roaring alphas chained. I flinched with the betas with the sound increasing while Dr. Dawson stood his ground and smirked. "Those are people in cages?" I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Capture me like an animal. He attempted to get up, and his legs let him. He took a glance at his clothes. His dick was visible outside of his trousers. It appalled him. He was going at a snail’s pace, fighting for what he so much desired. Javier knew well that if Sandra gets her way with him, he would have to bid farewell to his little family. He knew Gabriella would never understand, even if someone drugged him. He didn’t have an option, therefore he had to fight, even if it was a lost battle.

This small piece of paper represented a line I was about to cross, a promise I was about to break, a friendship I was about to risk. Once I took this step, there would be no going back. I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers, angled it carefully to avoid glare from the windows, and took a photo. The camera click sounded like thunder in the quiet office. Quickly, I slid the card back into its exact position, closed the drawer, and stepped away from the desk. My legs felt unsteady as I made my way to the door, pausing to listen for any sounds in the hallway. Nothing. I slipped out of his office and back to my desk, trying to look casual as I settled into my chair. Jennifer was still buri

"He promised to take responsibility, of course. Otherwise, do you really think he just 'forgot' to mark you? He never wanted to in the first place." Her words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. The Hunting Festival. It had taken place over seven months ago. Camilo and I had planned to hunt together, a symbolic act of our growing bond, but we had been separated not long after the hunt began. At the time, I had dismissed it as an unfortunate accident. But later, when I finally found them again, I had seen Camilo and Hallie together, deep within the shadowed woods. They were both flushed, breathless, their clothes disheveled. Camilo had been carrying Hallie in his arms

He looked like he had seen a ghost. On the screen were crystal-clear screenshots of Rosa negotiating with a rival family about the aphrodisiac. There was a receipt from her nanny buying abortion pills at a private clinic. And worst of all, there was an audio recording of Rosa confessing to what she had done to frame me. Giovanni's fingers trembled. He wanted to doubt the evidence, but his rational mind told him it was beyond any doubt. The chain of evidence was clear. "What are you looking at?" Rebecca asked, edging closer to him as she sensed something was wrong.

​He took a drag of his cigarette when muffled noises caught his attention from the alley. ​Thuds, heavy grunts, and the unmistakable sound of wood cracking against bone. ​Leo paused, his eyes narrowing toward the dark corner. He almost turned around—he had zero interest in club security drama—but when the noise suddenly stopped into a heavy quiet, curiosity got the better of him. ​He dropped his cigarette, crushed it under his shoe, and strolled around the brick corner. ​ He took in the scene step by step—four grown men writhing on the pavement, groaning and holding their broken bodies, and one woman dragging herself away from the wreckage. A slow, amused smirk spread across his face.