Mister Night Novels & Stories

He often visited here before with his friends and would sleep over any day he deemed it fit to stay here instead of driving home. Kimara had clubbed here so many times with Richard and some of his friends. So, many of the workers here knew her as Mr. Wilson's fiancee until recently. On one of the occasions, after clubbing with her friends, Kimara slept in Richard's private room after drinking herself into a stupor and couldn't drive home. Richard called the manager of the club that day and told him to give Kimara the key to the room. Richard hadn't slept in this room since that day.

Dammit, I'm fucked up. " What do you want, Xavier?" " You. I want you to warm my bed..." He shamelessly groaned as if he was feeling me right now. I was definitely on top of him , holding his neck between my arms. " Next week, on Sunday night in a night mashup club. Meet me there and you can do all you want," I whispered near his ear but he glanced at me suspiciously. This man is hard to deal with. " Don't doubt my words. I'm from a respected family in France!"

I stood up. “It's Alexander Blake, Baby, not mister. Wait for me, I'll just tidy up this place and change, then I'll take you home.” *********

"Did you not hear me sweetheart, this is your new home so why don't you start getting use to the surrounding because you aren't leaving here no time soon unless... You are compliant with me" His fingers went to graze her chin, the feeling of disgust she wore was evident but he beared no heed to her expression and instead had a non faltering smile. A maid stepped in with a trolley of food that smelled magnificent. "Why don't you have something to eat. You'll need it for tonight" "Tonight? What's happening tonight?" "Tonight is a big night, the Mafia ball"

She stood up to leave, and Derrick said to her, "Good night, Mom." "Good night, Derrick," Lady Loretta replied as she left for her room, with Nicole escorting her. Derrick sat down at the chair closest to him, and a maid came over to serve his dinner. The young maid admired Derrick, but she had heard about his previous affair with another maid. She bit her lower lip, captivated by Derrick and the sight of water dripping from his wet hair, signaling that he had just taken a bath. She admired his masculine chest, which was partly visible through the sheer fabric of his white night robe.

I sit at the bar and order a double shot of tequila. "Good evening, Ms. Thompson." A deep gravelly voice sounds from my right. I look up into familiar jade green eyes. The older gentleman is what you'd call a silver fox. He's got that bad boy vibe and look even though he's wearing a tuxedo. "Good evening, Lord Masters." Chance's father leans back against the bar perusing the crowd around us. "Please, call me Vlad. You had a nice turnout here. I must say that I'm surprised to get an invitation to one of your famous casino nights."

Night. Despite knowing she wouldn't accept, he had sent requests persistently for three years. Each request was accompanied by a single message with just one name—Luana. For reasons unknown, seeing this name made her feel that Mr. Night truly cared for her. Yet no matter how deep his affection, he remained a criminal, and their paths could never cross again. As she hesitated to delete these requests, another one arrived from Mr. Night. Amused by his persistence, she left the messages uncleared and noticed a client group from past collaborations.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

Her hair had a slight resemblance to a bird's nest and her skin a tad too plain for his liking. How did his parents ever think she was a good match for him. Stopping in his tracks, he collected a brown envelop and handed a clean silver tablet back to his personal assistant, Jubril Williams. "This is not acceptable. Find her." He sternly demanded making the short black-ette tremble. "The hotel was undergoing a quick technical maintenance at that time and a week's worth of footages were lost, as a result we cannot determine who it was that entered your room." Jubril bowed. "I'm sorry Mr. Heinrich."

Edric fell back into his seat, breathing heavily, but he didn't look away from the masked mercenary. “Put a leash on your dog, Emeric. Ever since he returned from London, he has been getting out of hand.” Emeric called him warningly, “Mr. Night.” “I await orders.” Mr. Night slowly raised his hands in the air defensively, leaning back in his chair with a casual, dangerous posture. A slow, venomous chuckle came from behind his mask, slicing straight through the fragile silence. “You hear that, Edric? Our master wants us to behave,” Mr. Night challenged, leaning forward until his shadow completely eclipsed the other man.