Night Manager Novels & Stories

I looked at the business card he had tucked into my hand. Detective Nicholas Miller. To Protect and Serve. He can’t protect me. He only hunts and harms. [I’ll pay you another visit tomorrow,] his number pops up on a text. I rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed my shoulder, knowing I’m still trapped in that horrible nightmare.

I nodded against his chest, listening to the solid beat of his heart under the residual adrenaline. Francesca’s voice came through the earpiece, tight with something new. “Vincenzo. We have a problem on the civilian net. One of the soft targets… the night manager who worked this bar the year Lenny used to come here; just went offline. His tracker stopped moving six minutes ago in an alley three blocks east. No response on the panic channel.” Vincenzo’s arms tightened around me. The Irish had already chosen the next name on the list and this time the body might already have dropped.

"He’s waiting for the shift change," Roderick murmured. His voice was a flat, gravelly rasp, barely rising above the rhythmic tick-tick-tick of the diner’s aging cooling system. He was staring past the grease-filmed window into the cavernous, ink-black parking lot. "The night staff takes over at midnight. The cameras in this place have a three-second blind spot when the system cycles from the day-loop to the night-loop. If I were him, that’s when I’d move."

He flinched and glared at her, but before he could complain again, she signaled him to stay silent. “Officer, please don’t mind my older brother. Can you just tell us if there were reports of people that might be my sister found this week?” “Miss, as I said…” ‘Nephos’ This was a spell that should be used only to blur people’s minds temporarily in the very rare cases they got to see demons or guardians. Using it this way was surely something her master or any of her instructors in Blue Castle would disapprove. However, it worked and the police officer blinked for a second, confused, before Nash repeated their request.

It looked like the situation there was about to get ugly, and she was honestly glad she wasn’t having to deal with that mess, even if the challenges that lay in front of her were not exactly a picnic in the park. Zane grabbed her bag out of the back, along with his own, and she nodded in thanks, still not speaking. Her boots crunched over the snow as the two of them approached the dimly lit hotel. It was the middle of the night, but even if it hadn’t been, it still would’ve been dark. The sun wasn’t staying up long at all. The perpetual night had to make it easier on the bloodsuckers. But it made it easier on their stalkers as well.

: Night Watch Tuesday, October 6th, 2026 Albemarle County, Charlottesville, Virginia 2:00 am Silence surrounds the night; the air has a cold heart. No cars are roaming the streets or a person in sight. All of the stores are closed. The nearby neighbors are sound asleep. The sidewalks are filled with trash. Feral cats are fiddling around with the litter. Some cars are on the curb, including a Charlottesville Police Dodge Charger. Flashing lights of red, white, and blue are not on.

one of the security guards ask. The glass door opened and he saw the officers approaching him. "Why are you guys out at this time in night?" the officer asked. "I just took him, Sir," Nevan repond. "You already know that the past in a few days there have been attacks by unknown creatures," the officer said. "Yes, Sir. We already know why, after all, he couldn't possibly attack us in the car," grumbled of Nevan. "Well, you know what? Whether you're in the car or not, we've warned you that you're not allowed to go out after eight o'clock at night,” the officer said again.

Gonzalez eyes met with Diana’s as he started walking towards the entrance with his father, he didn’t remove his gaze; Diana could read the stare, he would be back for her. Nick was glad that he didn’t wear his uniform today, he had been drinking at this bar for the past six months and he’d never noticed that gangsters were the owners. If he was on uniform, they wouldn’t be so carefree as they were now. There was no doubt, the man and his son were more than just nightclub owners. He had to investigate this nightclub; he walked over to the counter and occupied a stool. Diana and Julia had entered the bartenders section, they weren’t settled yet. Julia was still a little off the books, and Dian

I planned to replace all her panties with briefs, and aside from that, I was planning to take a picture of her while sleeping, thinking that maybe she would have an embarrassing sleeping habit, maybe she drools in her sleep or something, anything embarrassing that would make my revenge satisfying. It was just five in the morning when I decided to go to Yesha's room, so it was no wonder that there were few people outside their rooms. "This is it," I told myself when I was finally in front of Yesha's room. I tapped the key card I got from the receptionist and couldn't stop myself from cursing because of the sound it created, but whoever was inside probably was deep in her slumber and didn't no

I walked outside. “Amanda, don’t do anything irrational.” I walked into the surveillance van the guys were on their phones and or laughing and talking. “Which one of you is responsible for watching over my mother?” An agent raised his hand. He was on his phone. “What’s your name?” “Nate Simpson.” “What were you just doing on your phone just now?” “I was playing a game.”