Mister Night Novels & Stories

Jason quirked an eyebrow, " And how are we going to do that? Rebecca's dead, Cole isn't reliable, Emma is missing, Mrs Steele…" " Exactly. Book an appointment with her for tonight." Meanwhile, Kaden sat in his office with his right hand man, papers sprawled on his desk while he spoke; " Tonight, everything falls in place. I finally got to write the last chapter." He declared, then asked, " Are the boys ready? I don't want any mishaps." " Yes sir." " Great," he smiled, " send the message. It's about time we meet anyways." ****** Jason and Asher watched a policeman drag Mrs Steele into the visitors room. The woman who once shone in all glory became a shadow of herself.

Brian couldn't fall asleep all night. Elise did not go anywhere and did not do anything in her apartment, according to her assistant, Jhon. However, he still felt annoyed that she dared to yell at him. He, who had always been on top of things, certainly did not accept her humiliation.

The night dragged like wet tar. The Boss sat in his office long after the others had gone home, a glass of bourbon untouched on the desk, the clock ticking like an insult. Rico was somewhere in the building — probably in the lounge, maybe pretending to sleep — but the distance between them felt like an entire city.

He didn’t look like someone who had just woken up, more like he was already prepared to take on the day. "Didn’t mean to interrupt your little domestic fantasy." I immediately stepped away from the counter. "We weren't--- It's not like that." Mr. Kim cleared his throat and turned back to the stove, his voice a little too even. "Ryan, you're late. Breakfast's almost ready." "Perfect," he said, flopping into a chair and smirking at me. "Because I had a wild dream last night." "Should I be worried?" I muttered, pouring myself water.

I almost turned back twice, but my mother’s face kept pushing me forward. I took a deep breath, pressing my hand to the cold brass handle. My fingers shook as I knocked. Nothing. My stomach twisted. Knocked again, louder this time. The door opened. A man stood there. Tall. Shirt half-unbuttoned. Eyes red. Staggering slightly. He smelled like whiskey and regret. It was Mr. Bryan Drake. The billionaire. Naomi’s fiance. And he was looking straight at me like I was the only thing in his blurred world.

I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back till I closed the door. I released a breathe I didn’t even know I was holding, No Job after all, tears were threatening to fall but I was holding it back. I sighed and walked out the hall way. I saw Mr.Dan walking past but he paused “Good luck Miss.” He said and I smiled “Thank you and good bye.” I replied him and walked into the elevator. Who would have known that my one night stand would come back to hunt me? More importantly who would have known that my one night stand is actually the President of Ashford fucking company? I got out of the elevator and walked straight towards the receptionist since I would be passing there out the company. My

He looked at the two bills on the table that were worth a thousand dollars. "My price last night was two thousand dollars? Damn it!" Zayden was so angry that he crumpled the paper and money. Clearly, it was an insult to him to be the young master of the Sanders family, the head of Switzerland's largest pharmaceutical and food industry company. The leader of a large mafia group called Black Cat. "I won't let that woman go!" he muttered with a vengeful look in his eyes. ***

He slowly turned to see who it was, but when he did that, the fire, as well as the candles, flickered hard and went out, as he felt the presence dissipate and move to be behind him again. "Who is there? Show yourself, I'm not f*cking playing with you!" Mister shouted into the icy darkness, but it was to no avail, because there was no answer. Mister got angry at whomever or whatever was playing games with him, so he turned around again as quickly as possible and threw a futile punch into the dark. Once again he felt the presence move, but he still could not see it.

The footsteps were soft, but they were firm. It was none other than Mr. Sandler. The manager's face turned pale. She greeted the man heading towards her with a smile, “Is everything okay, sir? May I help you with anything? Here at Mystic Night Garden, we are always at your service.” Scarlett was still sober and heard the manager’s trembling voice.

Giving instructions to the butler and other helpers, Xavier hopped inside his car and started his journey. Mr. Night, the elder master of the night family. A healthy and strong minded man at the age of 85 had conquered everything. A luxurious life, never ending wealth and above all RESPECT. He was married to his childhood sweetheart, Mrs. Alexis who died five years back leaving him behind all alone. Mr. Night had only one son. Due to some health issues, late Mrs. Alexis couldn't breed any more children.