The Night Agent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As I head out into the night, I look up at the stars and wonder how she's doing. Is she still crying? Does she have a friend? "I'll visit her tomorrow," I decide as I adjust the strap on my Kevlar vest. "Or send her something nice. She shouldn't be alone." But that's tomorrow. Tonight, I need to get to work. "Agent Carter," I greet my friend Reggie as he stands with the others, similarly geared, his brown hair slicked back and his usual glasses replaced with night vision goggles. "Are we ready to go?"

he whispers. “How about now? Do you love yourself?” He shrugs. “More than before.” I keep looking at him and I realize he’s the kind of person whose smile never leaves his face but whose heart never stops breaking. “Good night Keira,” he whispers before turning off the lights. The next morning, I don’t feel Jayden beside me. He must have woken up early. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see a bunch of agents surrounding me. “Whoa! What the hell is happening here?” I sit and look around. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t peed on my sheets. Do I have something on my face then?” I raise an eyebrow.

she blotted out. With that, I stood up to where she was seated, and I lifted her jaw, which resulted in her looking me in the eyes, So I said, "Whether you like it or not, the night we had will be repeated countless times, and there is nothing, I mean nothing you can do about it, and never let it out of your head that I, Dante Blaze is the man you had a one night stand with and trust me, I will make you mine," Saying this, I saw the fear in her face, and then I freed her jaw from my hand.

Behind the door was Angel, a wide smile plastered on her pretty face. The kid excitedly ran towards her. “You kept your promise!” “Where's your father?” she asked her, remembering her intention. Did Night carry her to his bedroom? How come she didn't wake up? Minah shook her head remembering what the Doctor told her before. Night hated skin to skin contact with other women. She was sure Night ordered someone to carry her to his room. “He’s at the office. He said he has something to discuss with Uncle Blair, but don't worry he'll be back soon so you can wait for him here.”

“You’re gripping that glass like it might disappear.” She glanced down, surprised to see her knuckles were white. She loosened her hold. “Bad night?” he asked. “You could say that,” she replied. He nodded, as if he understood more than she had said. “I’m Alexander.” She didn’t offer her name. “That’s all you’re getting?” he asked, a faint smile touching his lips. She met his gaze, something reckless flickering inside her. “I don’t need names tonight.” His smile deepened, slow and deliberate. “Neither do I.”

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

What I saw made the air leave my lungs in a stunned, broken gasp. A woman knelt at the edge of the bed... naked. Adrian was behind her, hands gripping her waist, thrusting into her without restraint. Banging her. “Fuck, babe,” Adrian groaned. A tear slipped down my cheek. Babe? He was calling her that? “You really know how to make a man feel good,” he said, lowering his head to kiss her. My stomach twisted. What did that even mean? That I never did? Sure, I hadn’t let him sleep with me, but I let him touch me. We made out frequently. I gave him so much.

The gaurd was admitted to the ward where a seemingly unassuming lad handled the admission procedures and delivered a note and a bank card that was specially addressed to the chief plastic surgeon. The note read- This order comes from the Night Lord- The man before you needs a makeover. Destroy his records once you are done. No one should be able to trace him down. This card is your reward. Any flaws and I will be visiting you. At the same time, the authorities reached the forest as requested by Night Wing; they were hoping to rub shoulders with the Night Lord and establish a relationship. However, they were destined to be disappointed. Chris was almost home, he had promised his dear wife tha

He leaned back in just a fraction, taking a deep, slow breath against my neck—like he was committing my scent to memory. "So..." I swallowed, trying to regain my composure. "What do you want to tell me?" "I'll tell you over dinner on Sunday night." Before I could even protest the wait, he added, "In my house. I'll cook." I smiled softly, the butterflies in my stomach going wild. "Okay. I'm looking forward to your cooking. ~~~~ The morning sun filtered through the high glass windows of the agency, a harsh contrast to the dark, rain-soaked night I’d spent tossing and turning. My mind was still stuck in a loop of green eyes, the lingering scent of his leather jacket, and the promise of Sunday n

Deza sounded about as happy as I felt. "All right. Give me fifteen minutes. I'm in my trailer." "Out back?" She pulled the door open to the trailer and screamed into the phone, deafening me for a minute. The girl hovering above me scrambled for the covers and pulled off my cock, leaving me about as fulfilled as I was before finding her. "Was that your girlfriend?" She glared at me. "No. That was my agent. Get off of me. I have to go." I waited until she moved to get out of the bed, and pulled on my slacks. There was no concern with sporting a hard-on as my dick was dropping like a scalded puppy.