The Night Agent: A Novel Novels & Stories

"It sounds like you want to work with us, but that there is a catch to your offer" Agent Carter takes a deep breath before looking at us both. "Firstly, we want more information on your kind. Locations, numbers, strengths, power. We already have plenty of information on Conrad Strongerheart, but not a lot on your mate. She seems to have appeared overnight somehow. We need the full connection". I sigh. "You said firstly. What else?". "We want Nightstalker". I burst out laughing. "You are never going to get him. He hates government agencies and prefers freelance work. And if you mean you want to detain him, good luck finding a fixed location".

Late at Night Annabelle lay wide awake, glaring at the ceiling like it had all the answers. She sighed deeply, the weight of the day sitting on her chest like a pile of bricks. Starting tomorrow, she wouldn't be heading to the Grand Hayat. Nope. Instead, she'd be stepping into some monster-sized mansion to work for none other than Richard freaking Barton—as his personal maid. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

he murmured, “I was.” Her stomach flipped. A strange heat curled in her abdomen, something unspoken, something dangerous. “You don’t have to stay,” he said, voice low, coaxing. “But I won’t ask for your name. I won’t ask for anything, I just need this. Tonight.” Her breath caught. His palm shifted to her hip. “And if I go?” she whispered. His fingers flexed at her hip, just for a second, he let go and took a step back so there was a thin wall of air between them.

I planned to replace all her panties with briefs, and aside from that, I was planning to take a picture of her while sleeping, thinking that maybe she would have an embarrassing sleeping habit, maybe she drools in her sleep or something, anything embarrassing that would make my revenge satisfying. It was just five in the morning when I decided to go to Yesha's room, so it was no wonder that there were few people outside their rooms. "This is it," I told myself when I was finally in front of Yesha's room. I tapped the key card I got from the receptionist and couldn't stop myself from cursing because of the sound it created, but whoever was inside probably was deep in her slumber and didn't no

By the time we reached my building, my palms were damp, my throat dry, and every instinct screamed that something bad waited on the other side of my door. When we reached my apartment, the hallway felt too quiet. The air felt tight, heavy. James placed a hand near my arm;not touching, just close. “Do you want me to check inside first?” Before I could answer, the door swung open. He stepped out. The same agent dressed in all black. The same presence from the club. The same silent, deliberate steps that made my skin crawl. James straightened instantly. “Who..” “Leave.” The agent’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Now.”

As he grabbed a file from one of the other agents’ hands, I knew instinctively this was show and tell time. He placed a series of vivid color photographs of a woman’s dead and mutilated body on the desk. “Unfortunately, murders occur everywhere, agent. Does this have anything to do with my family or my business?” “This is our former agent, a girl who was working her first case.” Why in God’s name would they give a new agent a case with the horrific murders and seemingly paranormal activity? Unless they hadn’t believed anything strange was ongoing. “I’m sorry for your loss. I don’t understand what that has to do with me.”

The dozen went inside and August closed the hatch behind them, peering through the slats at the village as it burned. He saw a few of the beasts lurking in the night, but they stayed well away from the flames and did not come their way either. August also beheld a human form out there amongst them and his heart raced, but soon fell. He’d thought this man a stray soldier they’d lost, or a villager out running in his heavy over cloak, but neither theory proved accurate. This man stood very tall, but not as big as the hairy giants. He wore a more stylized robe, not a brown woven garment, but a single piece, draped over him—ivory white in color save for the profile of the ebony raven head on its

“Shut up, bitch. For all I know, you’re seducing him.” Fine, that’s it. That’s the last straw, I’ve been holding it back. I hate narrow-minded people like this. “Do you know me?” “No, you’re not someone special.” She said proudly. I smirked at her, “My targets call me psycho, but I guess you’re that dumb not to know. Let me tell you then. I am Agent Nova, and those who chose violence do not stand a chance against me.” I said. “Awe that’s cool, but let’s sparring then.” She asked.

she asked with confusion. “Who are these guys?” he asked as he kept aiming at them. “They’re friends of mine. They’re helping me move,” she answered without thinking. He lowered the Glock. “In the middle of the night?” he asked an octave above his normal voice. “Yeah,” she replied and looked at Anthony and Morris. They had lowered their hands. Beads of sweat had formed on both their foreheads. “It’s okay, guys. He’s my neighbor.” “Who’s an FBI agent with a happy trigger finger?” Morris asked with nervousness.

'I need a gun. Finally looking ahead through the darkness of the apartment, I found my Desert Eagle .50 underneath my bed. It just sat there, the steel glimmering into my eye. Grasping it with my sweaty palms, I snatched it from underneath and placed it in my pocket. I made my way out of my room for the final time and grabbed Andrea by the arm, and before anything else was said, the penthouse I knew and loved was eradicated from my mind.