Mister Night Novels & Stories

It is the best club in Serenade city and amongst the top three in all of Germany. It has everything— trending liquors, drinking parlors, baddies, pole dancers, lavish suites— you name it. The owner is Kendrick's ‘old friend’ aka Master of the Night, Leon Storm.

replied. Weird to call someone that. The mister replied. I quickly tapped on the message. Mister: [How old are you?] [I prefer my pets, 25 and above] My eyes dilated. 25 and above?! I’m freaking twenty-two!.

But I've no option than to make her feel my realness for once, I'm tired of her already, and it's a good thing that she doesn't want me anymore. Mary's eyes lingered on me for one last time before she wheeled her bags away angrily, so I stepped into my car and zoomed off without saying another word. I didn't head home immediately, I decided to pay Mr. Saint a visit. Mr. Saint is the real, sole owner of Wet Nights. He's the controller of everything, I'm more like his right hand man, I'm the one he entrusted Wet Nights on, and he barely shows his face. Nobody knows about Mr. Saint, everybody thinks I own Wet Nights, but I know clearly who I'm working for.

sometimes he thought he was the real Mistress of Meyer Mansion. Nickolas Meyer was a tycoon with shattering skeletons in his closets that no one knew about, James made sure that no one ever will. the road to the top hadn't been paved with roses and sweet aroma. with James silently by his side, he had soured to the top like an Eagle. and he preferred it that way. James glanced at the metal watch on the wall. it was after eleven pm. he needed some sleep if he was going to function properly. he knew what sweet dreams he will be having that night.

A Night with Her Gray I woke up by the sun light coming through my window. I got up out of my bed to do my thing on the bathroom. Few minutes later, I'm done having a bath and got out. I wore my suit and trouser then combed my hair fixed myself and headed out to the kitchen. I take the sandwich as my breakfast today. I arrived at my office opening the room without Katrina to see in her table. I remembered I give her a day leave of absence to give her enough time to pack all her things so she can move in with me tonight. I begun with lots of work piling up for me to be done with. I started reading all the files signing agreement with other companies. Answering phone calls and scrolling to my

He smirks deviously There's something fishy here, and it looks this young lady might know more than the actual owner of this slut delivery. "And what an interesting name as well.... Jasmine" he mumbled quietly but Mr Rogers heard him and murmured " yeah" He handled him back his file, " I want know everything about this girl Jasmine, where she lives and where she works" "But Mr Charles, she works in the hotel" Mr Rogers said and squeezed his mouth when he noticed the strange gaze from Mr Charles. "I will surely do that" he simply added. "Good, I want all details about her before midnight" "Sure sir!" Mr Rogers said hurriedly almost bowing a little before the man in dark blue retro suit stoo

He sucked a mouthful of air and unconsciously put his fingertip to his lips, his mouth no longer quivering but smiling like a psycho. “I can't let him be free for that long; I must do what I must do so I can have him locked up as soon as possible and press his perfect body underneath mine.” He just stopped his crazy lips when he felt Nigel staring from the front mirror; he acted like he was sleepy and stretched his arm. “A mysterious CEO like me is called a rapist; that's so nasty,” he thought and smirked. Being mysterious, he was wearing a silver mask covering three-fourths of his face, revealing half of his lips.

He asked calmly. Lord Night was one of the ruthless Dons in El Salvador, controlling seven dangerous gangs. Lord Night was bad news and hardly attended any meetings or socialized with other Lords. He loved drugs and abused women in the name of fun. He was never in Casper’s good or bad books because their paths never crossed.

I say. "If you're still standing on your feet at the end of the night," replies the bartender, grinning at me like a retard. "What liquor do you have?" I ask. "First time here?" "Yeah. Got chased here by someone I used to call my boyfriend." The bartender laughs. "You find it funny?" I demand. "When you say used to," he says and adds. "Just a minute." He goes to pour something for a man and returns back to me. "He cheated on me," I have my answer ready for him. "With my best friend. Caught them this afternoon in my apartment when I arrived from Australia."

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.