Night Manager Novels & Stories

Casey’s POV The alarm on my wristwatch went off, It is a signal from Tyler. It meant that Austin is back home, so I need to put away everything I was doing before he gets in there. Tyler is one of his security guards, he has been with him for a couple of years, and he knows all there is to know about him. He once tried to expose Austin and put an end to his tyranny. But things didn’t go well as they thought they would. Austin Foster escaped from the city, and he came back after a while to continue his legacy from where he stopped.

No one can get close to me without feeling my wrath and I always get what I want no matter what it is. Oh, and CEO of Nightmoon and Co, Lawyers and Accountants as well as many night and dance clubs. Which is where I stand now, leaning on the window and watching from the office. I watch the dance floor and the people dancing. I flick my eyes every now and then to watch the monitors on the front door and road out front. That way, I can let the bouncer, Grayson, know who to let in and who to turn away, as I can usually tell who will possibly cause trouble and who won’t.

Rushing to my room, I pressed the security alarm, calling all my hired attendants to the living room. Venturing down to the living room, I took a look at the lot of them and noticed that Laura was strangely absent. “Has anyone seen Caroline, Laura, or my son?” A stark silence filled the room and heads were shaken. I felt an anger climb up my chest, and I fought to suppress it. I had Gerald fetch me a glass of water to help calm me down. “I see. And who was in charge of the night watch tonight?” I demanded. One of the security guards I hired spoke up with a stutter. “It was me, sir,” he confessed, a distinct tremble in his voice.

“Thank you for setting this up for me.” “Don’t thank me. Thank Nicholas.” Grace raised her eyebrows. “He’s a good man, then. You’re a lucky woman.” My face warmed, but I quickly turned my back under the guise of adding more spices to the pasta. Just before dinner was finished, Noah and Nicholas returned, shaking the snow from their jackets. “Perimeter’s secured,” Nicholas explained. “Two of my most trusted Nightshade warriors will come and take over for us in the morning. You’ll be safe with them, Grace.”

I grin widely then allow him to leave. After we get all the gear and stuff we need for the attack ready. I wish them good luck especially Blue and then watch them slowly leave. They will walk because they want it to be night-time by the time they get to Lomandra. So when they turn the power off it will be completely dark and we will most likely catch them in their beds asleep. That afternoon I clap myself on the back for coming up with such a wonderful idea. This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie.

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47. Midnight is thirteen minutes away. The numbers glow red in the dark room, pulsing like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like a warning. Nathaniel is on the phone with Marcus, his voice low, urgent, the words spilling out in rushed bursts. Julian is pulling security footage from the building across the street, frame by frame, searching for a face, a shadow, a shape in the dark.

POV Kitty Cash and Locke guided me back down to our room quietly. We didn't want to risk being overheard. We finally got to the door and the guards parted for us as Locke typed in the code. "I need this code changed tonight. We've had some new developments and Nick is no longer allowed in this room or near any of the witches. He knew the old code so have someone switch it as soon as possible and inform me of the new one." Locke commanded one of the guards as we walked in.

Here this boy stood, unafraid, speaking loud. “Who are you, kid?” Eyebrow raised, the child replied, “I am Gonar, apprentice to the high priest and master of all the wood, Drust.” “Good for you.” August groaned as he tried to get to his knees, his body full of aches and devoid of weapons. “How is it I’m still alive?” “My master wishes it, for now.” “Wonderful, Your master around?” Gonar nodded. “He prepares for the Lammas festival and the great battle to come soon.”

He growled approvingly. Noor sipped cherry Coke behind the bar. “Neighborhood Watch?” she echoed. “Like a gated community?” I asked. He nodded. “All good towns have 'em. I'm head guardian of Redmont. We keep our citizens safe from things that go bump in the night.” “Huh,” I said, doodling a smiley face into the margin of my 'ledger.' “So that's why you don't see imps prancing down Main Street.” I looked at Damien. “I never thought I'd talk to a werewolf.”

That could only mean that I am a good employer to them and that they didn’t wish no ill for me. Such actions are self-rewarding enough. “See?” Chirped Nancy, clinging her arms around mine, doing a great job ignoring the brooding presence of my five guards trailing behind us. They don’t impose this scary aura, just making themselves known not to be crossed with at all times. I’m sure Damon deployed a lot of them around the building and some watching each of my movements from afar and reporting directly to him if there is something unusual activity detected around my close vicinity. Honestly, it creeps me up to know that there are too many eyes watching me closely, but I think it’s better to b