Night Shift Secrets Novels & Stories

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Deagan sighed out loud when he laid his head on Aria’s pillow, it smelt uncanny like her making Deagan smile slightly, he may not have been right next to her, but being in her personal space made him feel a little closer to her. Despite how tired he was, his mind wouldn’t let him sleep; he went over the past day and a half in his mind, taking in how his life went from zero to a hundred with just a few words in a book. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how she managed to get away with such a big secret, but at the same time, it seemed easy, all you needed was people to believe you when you told the first big lie. After all, he had gotten away with the same thing for so many years. Degan

She covered her mouth, stifling another sob then sniffed, and dried her face with her sleeve. Violet had started to calm down when alarm slammed into her again. The breakfast shift! Crap, she couldn’t be late. Not after the disaster that happened yesterday. She picked up her phone on the nightstand and breathed a sigh of relief. It was fifteen minutes to four. Sighing with exhaustion, Violet leaned back against the wall. She was so tired, but the last thing Violet wanted to do was sleep. She decided to unpack instead. When she opened the suitcase, half of it was filled with those small plastic bottles of light brown liquid. The other half was just enough clothes for her to get by with. She p

Apprehension flooded my nervous system, fear that my honesty would sabotage our progress, yet equally fearful of leaving secrets unspoken. I noticed the clock near the bed. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning. We should be sleeping. Then again, that was six o'clock in New York, where we would spend the majority of our day. "Nox, I'm sorry. We should be sleeping." He quickly slipped into a pair of gym shorts, turned, and cupped my cheek. "If something is bothering you enough to interrupt your sleep, it should interrupt mine too. Give it to me, Charli. Let me help you."

The sex itself had been intense and consuming, our bodies moving together with desperate urgency as I clawed at his back and wrapped my legs around his waist, neither of us able to get enough of each other. “Oh god,” I whispered, pressing my palms against my closed eyes. Again. I’d done it again. Second time now. What the hell was wrong with me? I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, gathering my dress and underwear from where they’d been scattered across the floor. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled on my clothes, not bothering with my heels yet as I tiptoed toward the door. I grabbed my clutch from the nightstand and cast one last glance at Jace still sleeping peacefully, his fac

Chapter 25: Secrets Beneath the Surface The dawn broke over Brooklyn like a fragile promise, pale light creeping cautiously through the heavy curtains of Damon Draven’s penthouse. But inside, the world was far from peaceful. Shadows lingered in every corner, secrets whispered behind closed doors, and the air hummed with a tension that refused to dissipate.

And those orders echoed like thunder. --- That Night – Beneath the City The vault room was cold. Silent. Three stories underground, hidden beneath one of Dominic’s oldest clubs. Only three people alive knew it existed. He sat at the head of a black marble table, fingers steepled, drink untouched. Before him: a wall of glowing screens — street cams, security footage, satellite links. His empire, pulsing in real time. “Play the footage from Tuesday,” he said, voice like glass over steel. “Docks. 4:20 a.m.”

I knew that while I had been hiding away in my room, Aiden had been working night and day with Zac to get everything ready and I could see it in his eyes, despite the fact he hid it better than I did, he was scared too. “It will be fine,” he reassured me, but I caught the glint of doubt in his eyes. “I know,” I replied, knowing well that he could see the fear in mine. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> “Luna, please lie down here,” Zac explained, leading me to the brown rug that was laid out on the forest bed. There was nothing remarkable about the rug, but surrounding it were several lit candles and hanging down from tree branches were little pieces of paper with ancient writing painted

I asked, pulling the duvet closer to my chest as I felt the cold night air biting against my bare skin. “Not yet. And we intend to keep it that way,” he said and I understood that it was better to keep things a secret. Otherwise, Lord knew what people would do once they learned about it. “It is dark outside, you should sleep.” Asphalt said and I nodded, a yawn escaping my lips. He lay beside me as I closed my eyes and quickly drifted into oblivion, all the new information I digested spinning in my head. In the darkness and in the realm of sleep, my mind drifted off to a space that I could call a terrifying nightmare.