Night Manager Novelas e Histórias

The Blue Ridge Pack, the Crimson Moon Pack, and the Shadow Creek Pack, which I had just conquered, were scattered around them. “This time will be different,” I said, more to myself than to Marcus. “This time I won’t fail.” The door opened and Vesper entered, carrying a thick folder. She looked tired—dark circles under her eyes, her pale skin even paler than usual. But I didn't care. She had chosen to stand by my side, and now she had to bear the consequences. “I have the latest report on the Nightveil patrol rotation,” she said, placing the folder on the table. “There’s a small gap in the eastern sector between 2 and 4 a.m. The gap only lasts two hours before the next shift arrives.”

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

"No one in or out till morning. Tell the others, eyes open, mouths shut." She nodded, no questions. She had been with us since Cici was in diapers, knew the drill without the words. Outside, I caught the guard on his circuit, a burly guy named Jax with a scar across his knuckles. "Double the watch," I ordered. "Anything moves that ain't us, you light it up." He grunted affirmation, tapping his earpiece as he relayed the order to the team. The night air hit me sharp, carrying the distant hum of the city, but up here in the hills, it felt isolated. Vulnerable.

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

Liam The phone rang just after two in the morning. It wasn’t the sort of time people usually called me without a reason. I answered abruptly, still holding a half-empty glass of whisky in my hand, my head heavy. Silence on the other end. “Who is it?” My voice came out rough, thick with alcohol. A crackle. Then a hoarse, distorted voice, almost a caricature of a human being: "Want to see your nanny? Go to 57 Knox Street. The Bar of the Forgotten. She should be there, forgotten..."

[MAJOR PATROL WEEK] [Morning Team: 4th Year, Squad 3] [Night Team: 5th Year, Elite Squad 1] I keep reading, checking to see who is on the Night Team. [Captain: Raphael] [Members: Raziel, Ilius, Chimera, Sphinx...] Arlo reads the names over my shoulder. "...Fuck."

“You ever gonna tell me why a guy like you spends every night chasing a bartender instead of some polished socialite who matches your bank account?” Kai Lennox asked, voice low and teasing as he straddled Damien’s lap on the wide leather couch in the penthouse living room. It was well after midnight on Night Twelve, the city lights twinkling far below the rain-streaked windows like distant stars. Kai was naked, thighs spread wide over Damien’s hips, his phoenix tattoo still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from their first round against the entryway wall.

“Stay under the sheets, Noir. It’s my watch,” Nickie murmured, his voice a low vibration against my collarbone. “You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I whispered, shifting so my face was buried in his chest. The Moretti brothers had implemented a rigorous twenty-four-hour detail ever since the break-in at the Moretti Family Estate. They were running shifts like they were back in the special ops: 0800 to 1600, 1600 to midnight, and the graveyard shift—which Nickie currently owned.

"Night Crown Entertainment Complex. Directly managed by Bram." His voice turned cold. "Gambling, drugs, and prostitution. Their source of dirty money and their intelligence center." His eyes narrowed. "Tonight, we start there." Steel Fang licked his cracked lips, and a faint smile formed, rough, cold, and filled with destructive intent. "Good." His deep voice lowered. "I've wanted to tear that place down for a long time." *** Night Crown Entertainment Complex. The nightclub stood out prominently in the center of Mahatara City's nightlife district. A massive neon sign glowed brightly, casting colorful reflections over the line of luxury cars parked outside.

The evening started the same way most of them did. We finished the dishes together, and Uncle Robert asked if I wanted to watch something before bed. I told him I needed a bath first. The day had been warm, and I felt sticky from being outside earlier. “Go ahead,” he said. “I’ll wait.” I went upstairs and filled the tub. The water ran hot while I chose what to wear afterward. Most nights I put on ordinary pajamas, but tonight I reached for the black nightie I had packed and never worn.