The Night Agent: A Novel Novels & Stories

I ran, the first agent shooting, bullets bouncing off walls, biting brick, deadly shots zinging in anger that I leaped into a storm drain, the rusty grate scratching my skin as I thrust through, darkness swallowing me and their shouts became muffled fury. The drain was a claustrophobic nightmare, algae slick against its walls, cold water seeping through my jeans, my wounded arm aching as I crawled, the dim light of the stolen phone my only lead. My breath shuddered, ragged and loud in my ears, the notes damp but crisp against the safe lining of my jacket, agents’ words running through my mind—Tyler’s frame, the war he herself begun and the coordinates clutched in my hands. I was catapulted i

“Yes, and it seems everything is intact. The police were notified, but luckily an officer at that precinct owes me a favor. Everything will be returned to you this morning.” “That’s a relief. On top of everything, I really didn’t want to get a new car and a new phone.” I crawl back into bed. “Are you still tired?” “A little. Want to nap with me for a bit?” “Just a bit?” “I have to work this afternoon,” I remind him. Lucas frowns. “I know you enjoy working at Novel Grounds, but don’t you find it difficult to hold a human job when you’re, well, you?”

She placed both hands on her face as she closed her eyes for some time. She had just had a one-night stand. But why does it feel so different? Wasn't it supposed to be simple? Why did she still feel that attraction towards this person? It felt as though he should come back and have her all to himself. She still wanted him. Badly! She tried to get off the bed but immediately her feet touched the room floor, she felt something beneath her feet so she took her feet up to see and then spotted a small size of paper. She picked it up and froze.

(Dungeon Guards) The bunch of guards that were standing around at the rest area near the staircase on the new floor, were send into a shocked. What they thought were a normal mundane nights of them chatting around the fire and enjoying the rough and tasteless gruel, has instead send them to their after life. Agent No.2 who’s on the lead, throws a flash grenades, in the middle of the fire place where the Guards were huddling around, then Agent No.3 also follow up with the second grenade, that explode seconds after the first one.

She nodded, and I softly pushed my lips on hers. My grip on her waist became tighter as I intensified the kiss. She was quite responsive. She encircled my neck with her arms and ran her hand through my thick, black hair. Maya’s kiss took away any concerns. I was frightened about losing her, and I was worried about losing some business associates. Maya is a drug, and I am dependent on her for my well-being. Then I dragged her down to the bed, my hands digging into her legs that were wrapped around my waist. Passionately kissing as she began to ache me in her body, her body remained stiff from the orgasms she has had during the day, but her need for me was in flames. As I moved my hands down h

Both of them felt the loss of something acute, though Janice couldn’t articulate what it was if asked. Byron never received a vision of Kelly Patrick's death, and after a while he stopped waiting for one. It was one secret, he guessed, would not be revealed. Thankfully, he was also not visited by any petite brunettes with creepy masks, even though he watched the entire run of Cain's Crossing, which he found engrossing in its weirdness. Byron continued to pound away at the book. His agent, a small, fussy woman in her forties with a pixie cut, loved what he had already submitted, and assured him it was going to be a sure hit, “maybe even a New York Times lister.”

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

I reluctantly grabbed it, squinting at the screen. One missed call from Ama, my neighbor, Three missed calls from my landlord, And one text message. I wasn't in the mood for my landlord's tantrums. Maybe NightShade wanted to see me again. But he could have sent a message on Blink. I tapped the message open, no name, no picture, nothing. Just a message. “I liked watching you last night.” Watching me? How? I thought the essence of Veil was discretion? I looked around, trying to spot the cameras, but I saw nothing.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

He finished inside me and held me close after. But as we lay there another message came. “Sleep well tonight Maya. Tomorrow the game becomes real.” I looked at Liam. Tomorrow night at the warehouse everything would happen. Mr Havisham. The blackmailers. Chloe. My sister’s truth. Life or death. We had one night left.