Mister Night Novels & Stories

Feeling befuddled, he asked, "Kolten, who's Mr. Cole? Also, what's Nirvana Factory? You're making me confused early in the morning. What are you talking about?" Kolten became even more anxious. He quickly explained, "Gosh, you're such a fool. Mr. Cole is Mr. Miller from Misty Manor. He's the boss who's backing me up! Look at you. Even I have to please this invincible big shot, yet you—How foolish of you."

He smiled. “No worries. You’re a friend of Miss Walton. Just mention her name and you’re good.” Adela nearly choked. Can we stop with the “Miss Walton” this and “sister-in-law” that already? Mia frowned and leaned over to Robbie. “Who is this guy?” Robbie finally answered, casually: “He owns Nightfall. So yeah, if he says it’s free, it’s free.”

They work flex time, and a lot of programmers do their work at night. It's MR. X calling. Yeah, seriously. The asshole calls himself Mr. X. He doesn't know how many people he has under him or behind him. He did his best digging and all he came up with was that Mr. X doesn't exist. He's part of some powerful organized crime ring.

I manage to squeeze myself past the clubbers swaying to the heavy music and into the elevator that would take me to the VIP section. ‘Mustafa,’ Justin's voice pulled my attention as I stepped out of the elevator. He stepped out of my favourite VIP room and tilt his head a little. Justin Gregory, is a twenty-six years old tall, lean guy with sandy blonde hair, dark eyes, and sharp features. He owns and manages Sweet Night all by himself and he excelled at what he does. Wearing a blue shirt, dark faded jeans, and a baseball cap to match. He looked nothing like the businessperson he is. Tonight, it seems he wants to lay back and enjoy himself without the hurdle that comes with running such a h

"Look, Mister, I appreciate the compliment or whatever you're trying to do, but I'm not interested. I'm here to work, not to entertain." "Nate," he uttered. "What?" "My name is Nate, so stop calling me, Mister. It sounds like I look so old." She scoffed. "Whatever. Still, you look like a Mister for me," she whispered to herself enough for her to hear it and went back to her work. "One drink please!" a drunk man raged.

He said “Really?” I asked “Yeah seriously, I’m gonna play rough with that nanny this night, if you see her a*s, gosh, it’s so big,” He said “Gosh, Mike!! Are you sure she is gonna allow you do that?” I asked him He smirked “Don’t you trust me? She has no choice; she has to open her l*gs, and that pu**y of hers will suffer this night,” He said crazily “God!! You this guy oh, what about girlfriend then?” I asked

When the door shut, she ripped her wrist from his hand. "What do you want?" she growled. He pushed her by her shoulders to the wall. "Listen to me, you little brat, I have a lot riding on that boy. If he doesn't perform, Nightide will be furious. Do you even know who they are?" Hae Mina glared at him but shook her head. She had never paid much attention to Hae Jae-Woo when he spoke of them. She only knew they were currently popular and making a lot of money.

Mister handsome grabbed a new towel napkin, and he started using it to clean the bloodstain on my body. "Do you still want to know my name or do you prefer calling me Mister handsome?" He asked as he used the napkin to clean my pussy. His hand in-between my leg made me close my eyes because I'm expecting more. I don't mind if he fuck my pussy once more because I need it. "Pumpkin!" Mister handsome called out my name because I was lost. "I...Mister handsome is what you should be called." I mumble as I close my eyes. "I'm only planning on washing you up, and I don't plan on having sex with you." He declared, which made me chuckle.

But she shake it off, her head raised high no matter if her tears were falling down. “Now, what are you going to do about it, huh?” Mr. Virmich pulled her hair back and she glared at her grandfather. Nobody even came to help her. “I said to go after a Castigado but not this way you brainless slut!” The master of the mansion let go of Andrea’s hair and sighed heavily. With shaking hands he, fixed his hair and suit. “When I come back you better have the answers, Andrea! I will have a lot of explaining to do!”

Ten minutes later, Vincenzo was parked in front of a beautiful restaurant. "Let's go, bella." Vincenzo says, leading me out of the car and into the restaurant. As soon as we entered the restaurant a waitress approached us with a bright smile. "Goodnight, Mr. Moretti, your table is right this way." She says in a seductive voice. More like she was trying to sound seductive but she ended up sounding desperate and tired. I mentally laugh at her for attempting to flirt with Vincenzo when he's clearly on a date.