Mister Night Novels & Stories

The master suite is silent, bathed in the blue glow of a tablet screen. Matt is laid across his California King, chest bare, the muscles of his torso rippling as he breathes. He’s got a glass of neat bourbon on the nightstand, untouched, because his hands are busy scrolling through the digital life of Jessica Vance. ‎He finally found her. @JessVance_Official. ‎

Not what I expected. Standing behind the desk wasn’t Jeremiah Carter. Not unless he discovered the fountain of youth and went back in time twenty-five years. Standing behind the desk was a man who looked no older than thirty. Tall. Dark brown hair slicked neatly back, crisp navy-blue suit that probably cost more than most people’s rent, and a strong jawline and if Emilia was here, she's say something like he screamed 'fitness model by day, billionaire by night.' He turned toward me with an easy smile, one hand still on a stack of neatly arranged files.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

had officially been defeated by a combination of sleep deprivation and a very stubborn pregnant wife. We stayed awake for another hour just talking in the dark about the absolute absurdity of the situation we had found ourselves in since the gala. Dominic admitted that he used to measure the success of his nights by the number of deals he had closed in his head before the sun came up over the Thames. Now he realized that his greatest achievement was successfully navigating a three-point turn in a king-sized bed without waking up the tiny humans currently using my ribs as a jungle gym.

Zack told Aling Alice, which brought her joy. A few hours later, Zack was still at Amy's house, surveying the surroundings. He took his phone and called his friend. "Roger, hey bro, I need your help," he said on the other end. "Delgado, I don't do free requests, hahaha," his friend replied. "How much?" he asked, knowing his friend was a mafia boss and a talented hacker. "I have a house in Salvation," he said. "Okay, deal, I'll send the payment," Zack replied.

His black mirror shoes were neatly polished as well. A slight knock came on the door and Master walked in. His outfit matched Damian’s and he couldn’t help but smile. "Looking good son," he smiled. "You don’t look bad yourself," Damian smiled. "Yeah, all I have to do is throw my walking stick away and the guests will think I’m the groom," Master Dan teases. "The priest is here so you should heard out. I’ll bring Maya soon," Master Dan said and Damian picked up his coat and walked out.

"It's Diana, Mistur Mike." The door swing open and a tall dark man wearing only a pair of Manchester United jersey shorts stood before us. "Diana." he said, sleepily. "It's nearly mid night. What happened? Did he-?" "Nah, I'm fine Mistur Mike. I was just at the club 'n'....well, somethin' happened? Would it be alright if we crashed at y'alls place?"

Papa Nightmare turned his attention and gaze to the pitiful figure in front of him. “Hello, Easy Street. Now that you have seen her again, what do you think of our little plaçage?” “Papa Nightmare, please,” sobbed the old jazzman. “Oh, my favorite musician, my court jester. Your job was a simple one. Keep her away from N’Orleans. You couldn’t even do that right, could you? But, of course, I knew you’d fail.” Papa Nightmare stood. He reached down and in one quick motion grabbed Easy Street by his hair and yanked his entire body off the deck so they could look into each other’s eyes.

a man in town who knows you are here. One of the wolves in Alpha Blaze’s pack is friends with him. The wolf’s name is Cole Brown.” I looked at Mister Jack Ass, “No worries. If you won’t tell me who hired you, I’ll just ask Cole Brown.” Mister Jack Ass suddenly morphed into Mister Mouse, “You can’t go to him. My boss will kill me.” I laughed, “That’s okay. You’ll be killed before you can leave these dungeons. It is nice to know that you won’t be turned loose to tell any more rogues or the human poacher who hired you.” Mister Mouse gasped, “But my mate and my son!” I chuckled, “They are probably better off without a mate and father who would laugh at the idea of killing anyone.” I was ready t