Night Agent Novel Novels & Stories

The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw. I had been twelve when they came to look at me. I remembered the elder's face when the reading was done. Not surprise exactly. Something more like recognition, the expression of someone confirming a thing they had already suspected. She had written Silver Dawn in her ledger without ceremony and looked at my mother and my mother had nodded once, the way she nodded when something was settled, and that had been that. What Silver Dawn could do was this: become unremarkable.

RAZE| Thoughts of my Amber eyed obsession had kept me awake all through the night. Usually, I didn’t sleep much. I’ve trained myself to be alert at any given time in case of an attack so I barely slept. A part of me knew it was an excuse to keep the nightmares away. You know, the ones where I watched my parents die and I had to take charge of my life at a very tender age. I hated seeing that same thing over and over again and so I’d rather stay awake with the bell of my best whiskey and when I finally find sleep, it is during the wee hours of the morning when I assumed the agents of nightmares don’t work after dark.

Neither spoke at first. Something about the scene held them still. The child sleeping safely against her. Amelia half buried beneath blankets. The room warm and peaceful in a way Alexander’s life rarely allowed. His expression softened noticeably. “You’re awake,” he murmured quietly. Amelia nodded slightly. “He didn’t want me to leave.” Alexander stepped closer to the bed. “He usually wakes up twice during the night.” Her eyes widened softly. “He does?” Alexander nodded. “Nightmares sometimes.” Pain flickered through Amelia’s chest instantly.

My entire body ached as I tried to figure out where to sleep, the guest room was filled with my things and there wasn’t any place to even move around. It was 1 am, so I didn’t want to go clean a new guest room, I didn’t have any energy. I stood there staring at the bed as all the events of today flashed in my head. Read my other books that are available on GoodNovel !. Mary Redferne (will be completed next month) 2. Danika Williams 3. Emily Warner 4. The Mafia and the HR 5. The Mafia and his Stalker I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your unwavering support throughout this journey. Your encouragement means the world to me!

Bryan, unaware of her ulterior motives, would be the centerpiece of her plan. With a contented smile, Angela drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with images of the impending rendezvous. The long-awaited day was on the horizon, promising revelations, connections, and the fulfillment of her carefully crafted intentions. As she surrendered to the embrace of sleep, Angela eagerly awaited the dawn that would herald the beginning of a chapter where her aspirations would intertwine with the lives of those she sought to influence. ******************* As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft pastels, Jayden found himself waking up early, a sense of purpose guiding his movements.

"I think I will go for the romance novel for now." After breakfast, Jessica tugged into her room. This is my first time in her room. I glanced at the bed; the pillows were propped up against the headboard. A book was face down in the middle of the bed. I grinned and pointed to it "What’s the name of the novel you’re reading?” I asked. "Nightfalls, it’s a mystery novel." "Ohh, I thought you said you only have romance, streamy, and horror." "That novel ain’t mine, I spotted it in the library and decided to spend the night reading it." She admitted

My mother greeted us with obvious worry when we finally arrived home, quickly ushering me toward much-needed rest despite my own protests about needing to remain actively involved. Sleep proved elusive despite my genuine exhaustion, my mind continuing to churn through everything we had learned throughout this devastating evening. Diane’s unexpected warning, the theft of the founding book, this mysterious Cole Ashworth apparently working to accomplish destructive goals that extended far beyond simple leadership disputes. I finally drifted into restless sleep sometime near dawn, though my rest proved brief and unsatisfying, disturbed dreams filled with fragmented images of ancient magic and de

“Bipedal, without scales, but with gills and pearls. Who are you? The same experiment as the Siren? Why do you need so many sea souls?” “Mistress, Mortus Lavon has come to see you!” Agnes's voice made Nocté wake up. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, birds were chirping sitting on the branches of trees, and there was a tray with food, a bowl of water and a rolled towel on the table. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, the girl pressed her hand to her forehead and waved in front of her, driving away nightmares. After washing and changing, she drank a cup of herbal tea and went out into the living room.

Nonetheless, inside the room, a person in a black school uniform was emitting a dark aura while staring intently at the picture of a beautiful woman smiling together with her cute little daughter, sitting on her lap. “Mom, I made a promise to you and Uncle Ben, but...” she gently touched the mirror that shows the reflection of a teenage boy and his obsidian eyes burning on fire. Clenching her palm, she said in a cold monotonous voice, “I, Zitrey d' Nightroad will definitely catch him! I really will!!!” The veins in her forehead bulging with rage were somehow gone when she heard a pleasing and concerning voice of a woman, “Zeth, it's still early in the morning. Did you have nightmares?”

I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.