Night Agent Novel Novels & Stories

I didn't know if I would survive the night, if the cold would claim me before the dawn. Then, a voice, warm, cut through my thought. "Violet, I'm so sorry. I should have come sooner." I hadn't expected anyone to speak to me, let alone offer comfort. For a moment, I was too numb to react. Slowly, I lifted my head. The first thing I saw was a pair of the most striking sky-blue eyes I had ever encountered. Alex Skye, the Alpha's eldest son, the future leader of our pack, was looking down at me with genuine concern. His grip on my hand was firm and surprisingly warm. With his steady support, I managed to stand, although my limbs were still heavy and unresponsive.

The words keep circling my mind, looping over and over, as if my body wants me to believe them. I lie awake long into the night, staring at the ceiling, listening to the low hum of the city beyond the glass walls. Every creak of the building, every gust of wind feels like a threat, like someone is just outside waiting. By the time sleep finally drags me under, it’s restless, filled with broken dreams of flames licking at the bookstore and shadows whispering my name. When I wake, the room is filled with soft morning light. For a moment, I forget where I am, the unfamiliar ceiling stretching above me. But then the memory crashes back. Saint’s cold expression. Gianna’s poisonous smile. Nico’s w

I hated how it made me think of the hotel room, of that night, of the stranger who had burned his way into my memory. “Snap out of it, Cassie,” I muttered. “It was just one reckless night.” Downstairs, the ballroom was already buzzing with laughter and champagne glasses clinking. The stares I drew were sharp, but I ignored them all and slipped out into the garden. The moonlight was greater company than the crowd inside. I stared at the moon. Always there. Always fulfilling its purpose. Unlike me stumbling, failing, suffocating in my own skin. I stayed until footsteps rustled the grass behind me. My mother’s voice cut through the night. “There you are. I want you to meet someone.”

" I was hoping if you would be free this weekend for a hang-out" "Um, not sure, but I will see if I will be chance". " Ok, can I get your contact to remind you?". "Ok". they exchange numbers. " I will text you". "No problem". They smile at each other. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •••MAYA'S BEDROOM ••• Later at night, Maya was fast asleep, when suddenly she woke up to see a human shadow facing her window and she could feel the person staring at her.

Not wanting to cry and ruin my day even more. I should try to sleep. It was almost two in the morning, and tomorrow I had to meet with Joe. I hesitated about removing the nightgown, then decided to sleep in it. After all, it was unlikely that I would ever wear it again. I turned off the lights except for those by my bedside, poked the crackling fire, then decided to leave it ablaze for the extra warmth it provided. I climbed into bed and knew I would never sleep, not tonight. There was a novel on my bedside table, a gift from Michael. I was about to reach for it when something caught my eye, and I stared at the balcony doors facing my bed. For a second I had thought the knob on the door had

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

“Well, I’ll be glad to see you. But don’t think you can come down here and turn this into some big splashy story. The chief and the mayor won’t be happy with me if that happens.” “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you,” Riley said, lying through his teeth. Nowak lived in one of the little developments that branched off the main street of town. He’d given Riley detailed turn- by-turn directions, but he wasn’t expecting his old college friend until after four p.m. Plenty of time for Riley to poke around the village, maybe have a drink at the bar. Plenty of time to listen to what people were saying about the murdered girls in their midst. The whole town was probably buzzing.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

I run my finger down the water glass, wiping away a few more beads of condensation. “Nothing good,” Naomi says quickly. “But we’re not here to talk about that. We’re here to look hot, get drunk, and live our best lives tonight.” “I can get behind that,” I say. “Good. Because that’s what we’re doing.” Naomi looks over at the bar. “Who’s the hot blonde again? I was a little distracted trying not to be eaten by zombies the last time we met.” “That’s Eliza. She’s Lucas’s vampire daughter or whatever you’d consider her.”