Night Shift Secrets Novels & Stories

I settled in, fed the spool, and let the room narrow to scrolling headlines. The alt-weeklies were a time capsule of snark and sincerity. Sanctuaries of Consent: Inside the City’s Private Play Spaces. Velvet Ropes, Copper Rules. Names were carefully un-named—“a downtown club known for strict etiquette” and “a riverfront space with a chandelier that looks like fallen constellations.” I read around the euphemisms, letting the shapes of sentences point me to Elysium without saying it.

"You panic more, retrieving your things and requesting that I leave." "We don't all live in a fairytale, Mr Burak. Meaning, we all have hidden secrets that are screaming to escape and sometimes you just have to pick your battles wisely to keep those secrets hidden." I feel the need to remind him that the world is still filled with ordinary people who have demons lurking in the shadows. "I dont think-" "I agree, this was a mistake." I quickly cut him off and watch as fine lines etch deeply into his flawless complexion. I'm well aware that those were not the words he was about to utter. But, they should have been, which is why I uttered them for him.

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

He hardly ever showed any emotion, she felt a bit special to be able to see this rarity. "Go to sleep," He mumbled, shaking his head. "But I don't want to sleep. I want to talk to you." "You're going to make me late for work tomorrow." "Fine, I'll let you sleep. Goodnight." ----- Rumors began spreading around the Pack quickly. By now, they were all aware that their Alpha was living with another girl.

“Drust and his apprentice must be stopped in their desire.” “Yeah?” Her breath washed over his shoulders and down his sweaty spine. “You can do it. I will tell you a secret.” Porcius turned and faced her again. The moonlight cast a loving light on her creamy skin. He didn’t much care for the tattoos and paints that appeared on her flesh as if by magick, but he wasn’t taking her for a wife any time soon. Into his ear she whispered things. Her nails dug into his scalp, then his back, until she drew blood. A lot. Again and again, they screamed into the woods. The din of battle covered both of their cries in the coming night.

THREE YEARS LATER The room was a little dark, and the only source of light in the room was the light emitted by the moon. If one looked at the time, it was around two a.m., and yet two bodies were intertwined with no space between them on that massive platform. The female's moans and cries were so seductive that one would think a succubus had visited the man of the house at night. The man was so taken with the woman beneath him that he went out of his way to work extra hard so that he could hear more of her cries and lick her tears.

There was no amount of concealer to hide the shadows around those eyes and I had my hair pulled back in a bun so tight it was hurting me. I was twenty-six. I was supposed to be completing a degree, or traveling, or at least having a drink with friends that didn’t only talk about their tips at the diner. My mates did party but not me. Instead, I was calculating the cost of feeding and bills to pay. "Next stop, Damen," the overhead voice crackled. I stood up, my knees cracking. Every joint in my body felt like it would fail. I’d just finished a ten hour shift, and the sun was barely out. Most people were just waking up while I was just trying to make it to the front of my door.

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.

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

My pulse was racing like I’d already done it. I left the notebook open on his nightstand, right on top of his watch, so he’d see it the second he walked in. Damien got home after midnight, and I pretended to be asleep. I heard the rustle of pages. Then the soft exhale through his mouth, that meant he was surprised. Then nothing, no questions, no teasing. Just the quiet sound of him undressing and sliding into bed behind me. His hand found my hip under the covers, fingers curling possessively. He didn’t say a word, but he pulled me back against him, hard already, and held me there until we both fell asleep.