The Night Agent: A Novel Novels & Stories

I slowly walked towards the hospital while trying to fight off my sleepiness, I couldn't let sleepiness win especially since I was transferred to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area, the ambulance at the entrance to the ER, and the families crying and taking care of the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, is it your shift?" the guard at the table joked at me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it's my first day on the night shift. It's all of a sudden," I replied then he checked my bag and gestured for me to be okay.

And somewhere in the east wing, Cordelia Vance was sleeping soundly, unaware that dawn would bring FBI agents to her door and the beginning of the end of everything she'd built. The elevator doors slid open. Devon took my hand. We stepped into the night together, and the cold air hit our faces like a promise. One more battle. Then the war.

//VESPER// The clock on my nightstand read 11:55 when headlights swept across my bedroom window. I quickly ran downstairs, fumbling at the dimness and trying not to disturb my mother. I didn’t want her waking to find federal agents on our porch. I was still clutching the phone, trembling from the call I’d just made when Detective Nora Chen walked up my front steps and I met her at the door before she could knock. She took me in with one glance noticing the tear tracks on my face and the wild desperation I couldn’t quite hide.

Zayden and Archil stepped quietly into one of the manager's rooms located at the back of the casino, a place where secrets and valuable information are often hidden. With their infiltration skills honed, they managed to sneak into the room without raising suspicion, only to find one of the casino managers engrossed in his administrative work. In an instant, the situation turned tense as they drew their weapons and detained the man. With a stern and threatening tone of voice, Zayden immediately enquired about the whereabouts of the two individuals they were searching for, namely Darius and Isabell. The manager, trapped in a very dangerous situation, attempted to shout for help; however, befor

Agatha stared after him before she entered her car and zoomed off. Meanwhile, Jayden was inside his car, when the young guy knocked on his window glass, he went down and the guy gave him the phone and he paid him off as the guy left. "Let's go". he ordered his driver and they drove off. Along the driveway, Jayden unlocked the phone with just a slide of the screen and started going through her messages and phone calls, he was surprised to see she had been communicating with Miranda and Erik. " Mrs.Agatha is behind this, how dare she?".he tightens his fist. "She will pay dearly for this". he said.

Her glare and clenched fist conveyed a clear sense of hostility. "Are you alright?" one of the vampires quietly inquired, noticing the vampire lady's clenched fist. She looked at him, unclenched her fist, and entered one of the vehicles without uttering a word, as Avery got into another car and driven away. *** Exiting the car, Avery watched as it swiftly disappeared into the distance. Rubbing her shoulders to ward off the chill, she turned around and made her way towards the front door. The night remained dark and cold, urging her to seek solace with her pillow. She recalled forgetting to lock the door earlier, prompting her to push it open slowly, careful not to disturb Jeffery, who would

“For now.” “If you harm her I’ll kill you.” Realizing if he even harmed a hair on her head, I would. “Empty threats won't get you anywhere here Love. We barter with blood and bone. You’re no murderer girl.” He sat down on a chair by the window trailing me with his eyes. “I don't threat.” I spat frowning at the memory. “Love, you surprised me the moment I saw what you were.” He replied calmly. “I am a Beta werewolf from the Night Crescent Pack.” I growled forcing my voice to remain neutral.

he greeted his friend. The corner of Miguel’s mouth lifted after Agus greeted him. He leaned back into his chair, his eyes locking onto Agus. They had known each other since their college days. When Miguel took an interest in Lilliane, he decided to hire Agus as a private investigator. Like Miguel, Agus was also part of a private and mysterious organization that had been around for centuries, serving select individuals—people like him. Agus’ presence always seemed to bring secrets from a dark corner of the world.

"Besides, someone has to keep you out of trouble." A weak smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Dr. Wright, despite her frail appearance, possessed a surprising amount of courage. The night of the operation arrived, cloaked in an inky blackness that mirrored the unease churning within me. We donned dark clothing, our faces obscured by black masks. Agent [redacted]'s team, a group of silent shadows, materialized from the darkness, their movements precise and efficient. With a curt nod, they vanished into the woods, their mission to create the necessary chaos. We waited, every tick of the clock an eternity, until a distant explosion ripped through the night, followed by a flurry of activity.

They think they’re so smart. Nick’s steely gaze followed the bulky figure of an undercover agent from behind a newspaper as the man left the window bar of the coffee house where he’d been idly staring at his phone and picked up his order at the counter. Three cups in the drink carrier for the second day in a row. That answers that question, he thought, shifting in his seat so he could confirm the license tag on the agent’s vehicle as the man entered it. It was the same as the one he’d seen follow Teri’s white SUV from the hospital to Erickson’s house the afternoon he’d returned to Moab and happened upon her there.