The Night Agent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Try to get some sleep, okay? Good night.” My brain starts up again as soon as I’m out of the room. Why had Aiden still been in those coveralls anyway, hadn’t he gone to work? If he didn’t go to work, just what has he been doing all day instead of healing up? What did Gabriella mean by the Necromancer, the Crow, the Tiger and whatever-they-were? I stand in the middle of my bedroom floor, eyeing the bed and feeling as if it might bite me. Then I change into my night clothes, and drag the pillow and duvet back out to the lounge. “Budge up,” I tell the wolf on my couch. “You’ve got what you want. I’m sleeping here tonight.”

"I should cut off your arm." Agent tried to roll away from Bright, to the side of the bed where he kept a dagger. He'd slice off his own arm to get away from the trap gem. He could always take Priest's to replace it. Only, his body wasn't moving. It wasn't responding to his commands. The nightmares were still too fresh and Agent couldn't stop the panic rising in his mind. "Now!" Priest appeared in the doorway flanked by Tallgrass and Ink. Bright was crying, trying to disentangle himself. "You said Agent was a friend. You said I was bringing him a gift that would make him happy."

"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".

Who is she really after? That night, as I lay on my bed, waiting for sleep to engulf me, an unexpected guest arrived: Nightbane. He appeared without warning, furious and tensed. I got out of bed and bent my knees halfway in greetings with my hands held solemnly on my abdomen. “Did you use the rouge?” He demanded, approaching me. His scent was wild, and his eyes were laced with panic masked as anger. It could be something else. “Did you use the rouge?” He repeated, his eyes boring into mine. I wanted to reply with a yes or no but then remembered his betrayal earlier today. The images of him fucking another woman and the suffering I had to endure.

Chapter 6: A Glimpse Through the Smoke A full week had passed since that night—the night that should’ve been just a release, a fleeting escape from pressure and expectation. But it haunted Theo Lucas Guevara III like a stubborn ghost. He sat stiffly in his custom silver-leather chair in his towering office, the cityscape a silent blur behind him. His jaw clenched, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest as the private investigator he had hired stood in front of him, fidgeting nervously.

I escorted her back to my room "How come I'm not feeling any pain from last night's love making??" "I can't bear to see you in pain, so I took the pain away" "How???" "You kept on forgetting that I'm a wolf, an ALPHA wolf at that" I put more stress on the alpha part "I forgot because I am a human and not a wolf" "Whatever, I will just take my shower then" "Okay" Mr Agent pov And after what seems like forever, Ashley and Loreen arrived "I almost thought you both have been adopted" I halved a sigh of relieve

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 have to go soon, something is happening tonight and I need to be a part of it." "Got it, agent Brady." Alice gave a mock salute. Somehow she got his mood from zero to a hundred. Along with his dick too. Considering only a mesh panty covered her skin, it was only a matter of time. Alice's steamy gaze told him she was fully aware. His shaft was like liquid steel, cooling to harden beneath her. "I think I have a little time to do your bidding." He whispered, holding her waist steady to get them further on the bed, so they faced his headboard.

Jasmine asked in a low whisper scream. “To keep people like you two from escaping.” The agent replied to Gabriel’s dismay. The agent turned and started walking again, hand on his gun ready to attack at any given moment. Sensing men waiting for them around the corner, Gabriel moved the agent by grabbing his collar and pushing him back from a bullet headed straight for him around the corner. Gabriel placed his hand on his lips to gesture for the agent to be quiet as Cyndil stayed close by Jasmine. He placed Jasmine’s hands in hers while he walked slowly around the corner.

“I’m not saying we have to have sex. I meant it literally—just sleep beside me. Nothing more, nothing less.” I couldn’t help but eye him with suspicion. Just sleep next to him? That’s it? “You must be swimming in money, huh?” I said, eyeing him. He looked confused. “You’re throwing it away just to have someone lie next to you? Must be nice being rich.” “Just tell me if you want the job or not,” he said, clearly annoyed. “Okay. For how long?” “Six months. Then you’re free to go.” He extended his hand. “Deal?”