Mister Night Novels & Stories

Mrs morrigan said. Evanora just hissed. Mr Scott sighed, looking down with nothing but shame. "I am sorry. I was just drunk that night" Mr Scott said. "Drunk? You are just so good at lying. That was exactly the last thing you said when you slept with the her bitchy mother" Morrigan yelled angrily. "Do you always have to call my mother in every conversation we are having?" Evanora said quietly, but one could tell her anger was rising up. "Well yes... she's no different" She replied.

She was looking at me like I was a total stranger. "Mister? Where am I?" # The weird Mister that was friends with Adon and the others was only staring at me. He was standing by the bed and his hands were weird. It was frozen in mid-air and was directed to me. Maybe he had cramps in his arms. Poor sir. I remembered Hop telling me that everything in this house was owned by this Mister. His name was Mister Dario. Adon called him D, too. Mister D for short! Or even MD!

I swallowed, looking down as I stammered, “But, sir… that… that wasn’t part of our contract—” He frowned, clearly baffled. “What are you talking about, Ms. Clark?” “Tonight,” I repeated, still looking down, nervously playing with my fingers. “Are we… are we going to be… together tonight?” Mr. Graham's face shifted, and for a moment, he almost looked amused. “Don’t get any ideas, Ms. Clark. What exactly did you think I meant when I said ‘tonight’?” His voice was laced with annoyance. “You’re acting strange.”

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.

She didn't see me in the shadows, she never would because I am not meant to be seen by her tonight, not if I did my job right. My fingers curled against my thigh. There were only two guards stationed at the gate, bored, with the other one smoking, and the other scrolling through his phone. That was all Congressman Gordon could spare for his son's birthday? Either he didn't think anyone would be foolish enough to make a move tonight, or he trusted money more than muscle. Neither sat well with me on this occasion.

He owned a famous strip club in Australia—a hint given by the asshole Mason. "I've found out a little about his schedule, Tati. Tomorrow at 11 p.m., he’ll be meeting with a partner. It was quite dangerous to get this information. Are you sure you want to go after this guy? Everything about him screams danger," Stacy said over the phone as Tatiana sipped her coffee. Her mind was busy plotting a scheme.

The t-shirt he was wearing shows most of his perfect abs along with the tattoos on his arms, which make it hyper hard not to be lost in his charm. He also seemed to be a very important person since he had two mighty bodyguards running after him, also for that Lucia herself went out of her office to greet him. " Mr. Night! It's a pleasure to..." Before she was able to finish what she was saying, the so-called Mr. Night interrupted her as he said. " I'm not here to have any sort of chit-chat, especially with you. I'm here to remind you about my money, hope you concede the fact that I don't like delaying. "

It was the wild magic that sent fear skittering through me. Apollo stepped back, standing beside the man who represented Day. Night came forward, eyeing the room as the silent murmurs ceased. Something about Night was alluring. His eyes were a startling shade of silver, like the luminous stars that hung in the sky, or the moon that casted light down on the world. His jet-black hair was all the same length, slicked over the side of his head. The hairstyle reminded me of a successful business man, though there was nothing ordinary about the man who represented Night. "It is my pleasure to review a few rules before you all begin." Night spoke, and the deep sound of his musical voice hushed even

The servant bowed his head as he greeted the two. "Good Morning uncle!" Michael greeted back with a smile. Zhou Han just nodded at the man. "Good Morning Young Master Michael, it seems that you have been chasing Night. Young masters can go inside now since everybody is inside right now. I will be the one to catch Night. He is quite a naughty dog when he is outside but he will eventually stop once he gets tired." The man who was a former worker from the Zhou residence and now Night's keeper spoke to the two men who were panting as they caught their breaths.