The Night Agent Novels & Stories

Three seconds. Then I picked up my phone and called Adrian.He answered immediately."He's gone." I said. "And tomorrow is the table.""I heard." He said. "You heard." I said. "The back entrance has good acoustics." He said.Despite everything a sound escaped me that was almost a laugh. "The counter-agent." I said. "Where are we.""Nyxara says tonight." He said. "She compressed the timeline.""Tonight." I said."Tonight." He confirmed. A pause.

Maya sat still for a long time. “You want me,” she said. “Yes.” “One night.” “One night,” Adrian said. “After that, the debt is gone.” Maya looked at the city behind the glass. Her hands were cold. She thought of her father coughing. She thought of her mother crying. She thought of the three days. “I need time to think.” “You have until tonight,” Adrian said. “If you agree, you will receive a message.”

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?"

It was hot in here. They had seized over $56 million worth of coke, but apparently, they couldn’t afford an AC. I settled on a chair across from the agent wearing my usual mask. Noticing my arrival, the agent adjusted in his chair and glanced up from the thick folder in front of him. A small mountain of blue files was stacked neatly on the table. He cleared his throat, probably trying to set a conversational tone. “My name is Agent Lucas Kirk. I’m a specialist in exportation and deportation for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Vasillios,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

But now, her heroine Sarah had given her the golden opportunity. Anthony woke up in a good mood, very upbeat about everything happening, and he planned to entangle Roberth where he was most vulnerable. Nothing was as easy as it seemed for them... Roberth drank his coffee indifferently when two notifications on his phone caught his attention. The first was about fifty thousand dollars with a message saying “rethink your future,” and the second was Camille asking to meet him urgently. He wondered if it was something trivial. But then he saw the eighty missed messages and calls from Amanda. He still owed her explanations. But how could he talk? Even though they didn’t love each other, their rel

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Alice asked hesitantly. "What do you mean?" Isabel asked with a frown on her head. Alice sighed and then explained to Isabel what her job was going to be. Isabel just swallowed, as if she couldn't handle what their boss was asking her to do. She can't sell her body to a man she doesn't even know. "Can you do it, Isabel?.” Alice asked again. Isabel looked anxiously to Alice and nodded. "I can, for Isaac." Alice holds Isabel's hands as she accompanies her to an empty room where the man she would spend the night with would meet her.

There was something so sexy about a man's forearms, wasn't there? He shrugged, also watching Nate and Kim. “It was hard to miss. I’m Agent Scott Tabor with the Federal Bureau of Investigation White Collar unit, and you are?” “My wife,” Nate inserted in icy, clipped tones as he attempted to put himself between Kim and the strange man paying her far too much attention.

They named the dead body as Angelo Garcia, the son of the former newscaster Diana Castelo-Garcia. Cold sweat trickled down her spine. With eyes trained on the television screen, she did not notice the nail polish dripping on her carpet. An ugly crying Diana followed. Far from her usual composed and dignified self. “This is all frame up. My son never touched drugs. How could he be a drug dealer? He’s a health buff. He’s an upright man. The only person I can think of who could do this to her was her ex-girlfriend, Elizabeth Ross.” The anchor probed why she thought that. What would motivate her son’s ex-girlfriend to commission such a crime?

Emma’s POV Through the night we kept looking for possible clues by replaying the various clips on hand and the CCTV footages. Agent Tom just went to sleep immediately, “good night guys and don’t breakdown” he said and quickly dozed off in the nearby cushion. We all agreed with him because technically, there is nothing much we can achieve in such state. We all went to bed. I was woken up by my phone’s beep around 5:15 am, it was Stanley.