Night Manager Novelas e Histórias

The man glared at me as he wiped his face and was about to rip off my dress when that very second the door of the room swung open. And I was mortified, the man who opened the door was none other than Alex, Caspar's assistant and the DarZ Mafia group's enforcer! He goes by the codename Omega and is the most secretive member and even more psychopath than Caspar and Erick. But nobody can guess his identity, because he always works in the shadows, without getting noticed. "Who dare to–" BANG BANG BANG Alex shot them dead without even letting them speak. And with the blood splattered on his face, he grinned and greeted in a sarcastic tone.

“I don't, Zamani. I only hold you in a high esteem.” “Wow, that's dope.” Which was a big lie, because sooner or later, Nightcore will be brought down to their knees. North cleared his throat. “Before I venture into a murder case, how about I spend my day with you?” He stretched out his hands to touch me, but I quickly withdrew my hands from the table and placed them on the desk. He stared at me as if I had a horn growing out of my head. I chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry. It's new hearing you say you want to spend the day with me. What happened to all those gangster shit?”

"Usually, he contacts me. He always used unrecognizable phone numbers that couldn't be traced. If I need to contact him, I follow the method he told me before and reach out to another intermediary." "Who is it?" Black Fox seemed reluctant to reveal this person, as doing so would break the rules of their trade. "I'll tell you, but can you guarantee my brother's safety? He's ruthless, and if you can find my brother, so can he." "Alright, I promise you. Who is the intermediary?" "Adrian Jordan, the manager of the Golden Night Casino. He's probably also a member of the North Star. North Star mercenaries are all over the world, working in various professions. Many of them top in their fields, lik

Nora P.O.V. The city’s neon-lit streets pulsed with life, casting their glow across the sleek, tinted windows of our black town car as it moved steadily through the heart of the bustling nightlife. From the back seat, I watched the world speed by, flashes of red, blue, and yellow merging into a chaotic blur. Beside me, Agent Lee, my partner for this operation, sat reviewing the details of tonight’s mission. His sharp, focused gaze never left the screen of the tablet resting on his lap, illuminating his face with a cold, blue hue.

Well at least for now. I do hope so though. I close in an hour then I have to go to the pet shelter. Then by night I should meet Angela at the casino. I’m dreading the next few hours already. I let out a slight groan as I add a little pressure to my neck, to ease the strain. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out. “What’s up?” I chirp “I need a favor from you” Angela said over the phone. “Angy, you know-“

MIDNIGHT ***** The night air was thick with tension as Vinnie and his crew prepared for their ambush. The deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town loomed before them, a dilapidated structure that had seen better days, now a silent witness to the dangerous game about to unfold. Vinnie, a hardened criminal with a reputation for ruthlessness, was determined to eliminate the one person who had been inching too close to their operation: Detective Ling. His sharp gaze swept over the area, noting each shadow and the way the moonlight danced across the cracked pavement. His men fans out, weapons drawn, their faces set in grim anticipation. They were all armed to the teeth, adrenaline coursing thr

Savannah kicked playfully under Juliet’s ribs. “How am I to manage with a man like that, who was present everywhere I go.” Juliet spoke, but wasn’t sure if she was still talking to Savannah, or just saying out her words aloud. “No wonder he has got all the plus benefits with a mafia chip on his shoulders.” Juliet stopped across the road, trying to get a better perspective of him. “He seems to own all the places in America.” Savannah cocked a hoop at Juliet. All the while Juliet stared through the morning congestion of taxis, cars and buses. A group of men in all black suits followed him behind. That was surely Nikolas Ries as the leader of Night Eagles in his influential avatar.

He had enough ghosts of his own. It happens on the fifth night. The neon sign was buzzing outside the shop as the last customer left. The car wash shut down. Jaylen locked the front doors, Marco mopped the tile and Rico was still shirtless in the wash bay, scrubbing oil stains from the cement floor. The security camera above him were blinking red. Upstairs, The Boss lit a cigarette and watched him on the screen. Smoke curled from his lips as he took in the image: Rico bent over, his muscles taut and his sweats were dripping down his spine.

The silence between us was thick, sharp, the kind that pressed on your chest. I turned my face to the window, watching the city lights blur as we pulled into traffic. My reflection stared back—composed and unreadable. Inside, my chest was tight. That tattoo kept flashing in my mind, over and over, dragging me back to that night I had locked away. His voice cut through the quiet. “Don’t embarrass me tonight.” I turned slowly, raising a brow. “And when have I ever done that?” He glanced at me, one corner of his mouth lifting in something that wasn’t quite a smile. More like a warning. “You breathe wrong, Natasha, and people notice. Remember where we are. Remember what’s at stake.”

“It won’t.” His voice lowered slightly. “You’re scaring me.” For a moment, I almost softened. Almost. “I’ll be careful,” I said. After the call ended, I sat on the couch and placed my hand on my stomach. Three days. I couldn’t afford mistakes. The next morning, Mia sent a short message. Security guard rotation identified. Night shift leaves the rear side vulnerable between 1:15 AM and 1:27 AM. Twelve minutes. Not much. Another message followed.