The Night Agent Novels & Stories

Nick's p.o.v; Finally, I completed my work and got out of the workplace successfully. When I attempted to book a cab as usual, I realised that my phone had been turned off. Now I'm looking for a bus station for a bus to head to my place. Anaheim is experiencing a frigid night it seems. The streets were illuminated with bright lights from billboards and shops, while others flickered with dim lights, causing me a headache. It's been three weeks since that night, and I know that seeing her again is impossible, but I'm still hoping to see her. It's crazy, I know.

I nodded and move my queen piece on the King's enemy piece. It's according to the plan, but I didn't intend to make Brittany suffer I prison Kenji to lore her here but it hits the second plan she runs on her traitor agency. "Wha-What Ha-happen to her?" Kenji nervously asks, I looked at shin my butler and nodded. I want her to explain what is happening. "Dark Angel Agency is a secret agent agency that killing Mafia syndicates and gangs, but deep information about it is-" I looked at Kenji who was now listening intently.

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Night Nineteen is a trap. But not for us. For Richard's people. "Here's how it works," Damien explains back at the cabin. It's midnight. Hope's asleep. Maya, Agent Chen, and a dozen FBI agents are positioned around the property. "We make ourselves vulnerable. Obvious targets. Draw out whoever he's sent. And when they come—" "We catch them," Chen finishes. "Get them to talk. Find out who else is on Richard's payroll. Stop them before they can hurt anyone."

Looked at Nathan and Arabella. “Twenty minutes,” he said. They waited. In Buenos Aires, Elias Thorne wiped down the bar, checked the clock—10:23 PM—and wondered if he’d live to see morning. Three blocks away, FBI agents moved into position. Two blocks away, Daniel Reyes checked his weapon and prepared to earn his money. And somewhere in the shadows, a third team watched and waited for their own orders. All of them converging. All of them ready. The clock ticked toward midnight.

Alexander barely glanced up from the documents on his desk. “So are you.” Nathan set the coffee down carefully. Then after a brief hesitation— “There’s something you should know.” Alexander finally looked up fully. Nathan rarely sounded uncertain. “What is it?” “We’ve been monitoring Natasha Brown like you requested.” Alexander’s expression cooled instantly. “And?” Nathan handed over a tablet. “Last night she met with a private investigator.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly. “For what?” Nathan hesitated. “We’re still confirming details. But based on the conversation we intercepted…”

The city is loud below. He shows me his phone. Security feed from last night. Someone in a black hoodie slipped past the guards at 3 :12 a.m . Left the coffin. Walked out like they owned the place. I feel sick. “They were inside again,” I whisper. Julian’s arm tightens around me. “Not anymore. I fired the whole team. New ones start today.” I lean into him. “It’s not enough.” He kisses my hair. “It will be.” My phone buzzes.

“I can get it.” “I know.” He’s already grabbing the blanket to tuck me back in. “And I can too.” He kisses my forehead and speeds out of the room, returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. I take a big drink and set it on the nightstand. “Do you have to work tonight?” “I’m done going over the bookkeeping, but I did plan on going in. I allowed Dina to feed last night so her fangs would grow back. I plan to rip them out again after I question her.”

The disrespect, the talent, the way she looked him in the eye while working that waiter—it all flashes behind his eyelids. He’s spent a decade building an empire, but tonight, he realized he’s finally found the one thing he can’t just buy. He puts the car in gear and pulls away, his mind already spinning with ways to corner her. He’s ready to see exactly how this game ends, and he’s willing to burn the city down to make sure it ends in his bed. ~~~~~ Jessica kicks off her heeled boots the second the door clicks shut. The silence of her apartment is amplified as she leans back against the heavy wood, a long, shaky exhale escaping her.

“You? One of us? Are you on drugs or something? Look at you.” I understood his skepticism. The fat, disheveled woman standing before him was a far cry from the sleek, powerful agent I once was. But I hadn’t come this far to be turned away. “I’m Allison Miles,” I said, my voice steady. “I used to be a top agent here.” His laughter sounded through the alley. “Allison Miles? That’s hilarious. Allison Miles was perfect in every aspect, unlike you.” Ignoring his taunts, I rattled off a series of codes, my words flowing in the cryptic language used only by the agency’s elite. “Delta-7, Bravo-3, Omega-12. Operation Nightfall. Cipher X-ray.”