Night Work Novel Novels & Stories

I’ll handle it in the morning. I take my glass, with bottle of wine. I walk through the house, turning off the lights, making sure everything is locked up. Then, I head back upstairs to my bedroom and N*****x, feeling full and satisfied. I put the wine down with the glass, on the bedside table. I refresh the tv and press play. I curl up in the bed with a comfy blanket. Honestly, it’s moments like this that I do begin to miss New York. There’s no noise of the city, no friends like “Marcy” coming over to my house late night at eleven pm cause she was out have drinks and wants to crash. Owen getting pissed off cause he has to be awake for work in the morning. If that didn’t happen, he would get

Midnight: When the night closed its doors over the city, just as the house’s doors closed over betrayal. Naomi had fallen asleep, exhausted from the arduous household chores and preparing meals—chores in which Nelly offered no help, as she had become solely concerned with herself, her body, her clothes, and her perfume. She had not left her room since the day Naomi discovered her betrayal. The quiet of the apartment after midnight gave Nelly and Adel the freedom to play again.

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My new books were stacked on the bedside table, ‘The Lycan Chronicles’ sitting on the top. Suddenly, it hit me. Somehow, I had slept through the entire ride home. And I had even slept through Nicholas carrying me to bed.

Max and Nora got into another one, while the guards got into the last one. The chauffeurs ignited the cars and they drove. Lily stared out the window and enjoyed the view, the city was beautiful at night. She was amazed by everything they came across that she hadn't seen before, Lily hadn't seen a lot of things before. Axel found her interesting to watch and he decided to stare, he couldn't get tired anyway, he never could. Lily is different, different from every other person he has come across. Her innocence amazes him every time, her way of doing things too included.

he repeated to himself several times, and although his first night was not the best, he got up early to do his duty, he had to work to eat and pay for his mother's nursing home, a woman who had gone crazy when Sarah she was just a child, leaving her alone to fend for herself and with one more burden. It was very early, the cold of DarkVille penetrated his bones, and although it was already eight in the morning, the city was almost dark, now he understood why they called it that, and why its inhabitants were so pale, if the light was de sole was something he would not see again for a long time.

DANTE I got up early, as always when I have an important assignment, at five in the morning. I never slept that much anyway, I was getting used to only sleeping four or five hours, as far as my nightmares would allow. I opened the window, felt the cold penetrating my lungs and so I cleared all the whiskey I drank the night before. Since the death of my parents my dreams turned into nightmares, making me constantly fight with my inner and outer demons that had murdered my parents.

She had to go to work so she knew the soda will cleanse the effect once she wakes up in the night. The sun set peacefully and the city bathed in the lights with the few stars in the sky and no moon. The night operating stores were well lit, clothing stores lit their window displays and hanging plaques. The city was still busy. The nightclubs had their lights to the skies and music played softly at a distance. Female and male sex workers lined the streets all rushing to parking cars grumbling about their efforts and efficiency to be chosen by the rich men and women. Some homeless people mixed with dishes asking for money and help.

I then looked back at her, she was actually smiling now. “There’s something comforting about a city that never sleeps. For years I worked numerous jobs, a lot of them at night. You can make more on the graveyard shift even if it is a more dangerous time for a young girl to be out. But now that I really think about it, there were so many nights or early mornings I could have sworn someone was following me. I’d cut into a bodega or run into a coffee shop and hang for a bit. I just chalked it up to the fact that there are awful men in this world but maybe they were shifters after me,” she said, also looking outside.

According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet. It was a werewolf themed novel and Clara was sceptical at first, but she was soon lost in the story. Clara read the book with close attention and when she finished, she found it was now half five in the morning. She put down the book and her eyelids began to droop. She felt very ready to sleep now. She could get through everything; she was going to get revenge against everyone who had hurt her and Clarissa. ***