Novel & Cerita The Night Agent Fanfiction

The penthouse felt different in daylight—less like a dream, more like a question. And then she saw it. A folded piece of paper on the nightstand. Her pulse skipped as she reached for it, fingertips brushing the edge. She unfolded it slowly, eyes scanning the dark ink. “Didn’t want to wake you. Text me if you ever want to finish that kiss.” —A (335) 768-0091 A number. No name. No promise. Just… possibility. She let the note fall to her lap and stared out the window. What was this? A mistake? A thrill? A story she’d laugh about one day?

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Luke's tone. Was he… planning to take me to a hotel? "I'll transfer you a thousand dollars shortly. Pick a hotel you like and stay there for the night." He turned to look at me with eyes that glinted like the night sky. "You did well. I'm very satisfied." I sighed in relief as I thought to myself in amusement, "God, I let my imagination run wild there." Then, I said, "Of course. It's no problem at all. If we're all done here, I'll get going now."

He sucked in a breath and tried calming himself first. Nate remembered the night like it had happened yesterday. He had rushed to the apartment building on Josh’s command to check up on his girlfriend’s human friend but as he stepped in through the oddly unlocked door, the stench of fresh blood greeted his nostrils. He recalled almost losing control; letting the inner beast take control of his conscious actions but somehow, he gained the strength to push it back to where it belonged--in the darkest corners of his mind.

In the mafia’s mansion….. WAKE UP. IT IS NINE IN THE MORNING; screamed a robotic voice from the device placed on the nightstand. After receiving no command to stop, the device repeated the same phrase at a higher volume. But this time, a giant muscular hand landed on the device, switching it off. And that was it. A slight movement of hands putting the alarm off, and the mafia was wide awake. Giving a light stretch to his body on the bed, he moved the duvet off his body and was soon standing on the floor, stretching his knuckles, neck, and arms, cracking all the walls of laziness in his body.

Of course, this wasn't an unusual feat for roommates, Moon Cho-ae and Kim Young-mi, with the latter pulling her infamous all-nighters to maintain her ranking. Lifting the eye cover gently, Cho-ae took a peek at her senior who flipped through her case studies and rubbed at her eyes that were stained of exhaustion. There was a familiar, comfortable silence that lingered in the air while only the uniform ticking of the clock could be heard. Adoration filled Cho-ae's chest when she realized how hard-working the ambitious woman of her roommate was. "I know you're awake, Cho-ae." Without looking up from her desk, Young-mi spoke, startling the freshman. She let a sigh escape her lips before she sat

I said this while laughing out loud. If it means getting another job at a modeling agency, I don't mind lying to Josh again, if only once. Josh chuckled before nodding. "It appears that you are desperate for work." Josh stated before smiling. I bite my lower lips. "Are you going to tell me about this so-called job or not?" I sneered because he appears to be reverting to his playful self. Josh inhales and exhales. "I want you to join me and my best friend for a threesome erotic night stand." Josh declares, his words exploding in my ears.

He commanded, and I dropped instantly to my knees, every ounce of my strength erased like a weak ink on paper. I’m fated to the Night Alpha, the one attacking my kingdom. The one to achieve the mighty fall of House Grewin.

Her shift ended promptly at eleven o'clock; she was strictly permitted to work only four hours a night to balance her demanding training schedule. With the arrival of the graveyard shift bartender, Seven clocked out. She hurried to the employee locker room, shedding her damp uniform and pulling on a comfortable, oversized black hoodie and worn jeans. Instead of leaving through the glamorous front entrance, she opted for the rear exit—a heavy metal door that opened into a dark, labyrinthine alleyway behind the commercial strip. It was an operational habit she had formed over the years; she preferred the shadows over the bright, exposed lights of the main street.

Nora P.O.V. The city’s neon-lit streets pulsed with life, casting their glow across the sleek, tinted windows of our black town car as it moved steadily through the heart of the bustling nightlife. From the back seat, I watched the world speed by, flashes of red, blue, and yellow merging into a chaotic blur. Beside me, Agent Lee, my partner for this operation, sat reviewing the details of tonight’s mission. His sharp, focused gaze never left the screen of the tablet resting on his lap, illuminating his face with a cold, blue hue.

He found it interesting, and his sharp gaze began to soften. He could not help but tease him, “How do I know you won’t take the opportunity to back out?” “You managed to find us, so we obviously can’t run. Mister, you look like someone important, so we wouldn’t be foolish enough to not pay back what we owe. My mommy might not have a lot of money now, but she’s capable of making it. As long as you’re willing to let her pay it back slowly, she’ll definitely be able to do so,” Night said. His logic was clear, and his thinking was precise.