The Night Manager Novels & Stories

A few shots, it was taken for the car to lose its defense and within moments it was blown away, stealing the only cover for defense the men had. But the guards were barely ten, which they could sweep easily now. “You could do that all this time?” Emeric raised his brows, discontented, turning to Mr. Night, who stood unaffected. “Your instructions were unclear. The target is out in the open. Do whatever you want. I am going back,” He enunciated. Mr. Night fixed his back, reloaded his gun and, sitting back in his car, drove off like he couldn’t care less about the catastrophe.

Perfect. "Good morning!" he said with a smile and the couple turned and greeted him in return. "I wasn't sure who to speak to about this but I assume you have a direct line to your manager. Rain won't be continuing on with your group." "THE FUCK YOU SAY! THE BITCH WORKS FOR US!" Night yelled and stood up to glare at Ben.

“Alpha, just let us…” “Bring me the manager. Now.” My voice froze him mid-sentence. “She’s mine tonight… every last bit of her.” Minutes later, the manager crawled into the room on his knees. “Alpha, please…” I slapped him before he finished. He hit the floor. I grabbed Markus’s gun and pressed it against the side of the manager’s head. “I want her in my bed tonight,” I said quietly. “One million dollars. Mask required. No excuse.” The manager’s face went white.

The storage facility sat in an industrial section of town. Quiet. Isolated. The kind of place nobody noticed. The kind of place secrets could hide. The taxi stopped. Dani stepped out. Immediately regretting it. The place looked creepy. Rows of metal buildings stretched into the darkness. Security lights cast long shadows. The air felt unnaturally cold. She checked the address again. Correct. Unfortunately. Taking a deep breath, she headed inside. --- The night manager looked bored. Half asleep. Until she mentioned locker 317. Then his expression changed.

she chortles, throwing my coat towards me before dragging me behind as we all leave the apartment in haste. It takes less than fifteen minutes given Isaac’s driving style to reach the office despite the heavy flow of traffic. When we arrive at the intimidating black-steel building its appearance catches me off guard; almost as if it were a monument, the sun glistening against the uncountable glass windows causing a dazzling effect. My attention fixates on the overhanging sign located at the top of the structure. It’s bright white lettering boldly telling those around that this is where “Night Inc” can be found, breath-taking against its less luxurious neighbours.

he argued. After all, Amy had reminded him to always be careful. One day, he would become the man of the house, and he would have to protect his family. Aiden looked at Night with admiration for his logical argument and agreed, “You have a point.” He then instructed Nolan to hand Night his business card. “Can you read it?” he asked. Night was slightly annoyed, and he replied, “Who do you think I am? I know lots of words!” He took the card and read the words aloud, “CEO of Lewis Corporation, Aiden Lewis.”

“I don't, Zamani. I only hold you in a high esteem.” “Wow, that's dope.” Which was a big lie, because sooner or later, Nightcore will be brought down to their knees. North cleared his throat. “Before I venture into a murder case, how about I spend my day with you?” He stretched out his hands to touch me, but I quickly withdrew my hands from the table and placed them on the desk. He stared at me as if I had a horn growing out of my head. I chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry. It's new hearing you say you want to spend the day with me. What happened to all those gangster shit?”

Makena was there, I just knew it, and I needed Pedro’s help, as I couldn't just go sniffing around in his territory. Ending the call, I dialed Pedro; his assistant picked up, and I told her I needed Pedro to call me back, and it was urgent. By the time the call ended, I was on my feet and had not even felt myself get up. Looking back, the bitch was still kneeling in the same position. “What the fuck are you still there for? Fucking come here! And take off those fucking clothes.” ---- VAL “What do you mean? What does that mean?” I asked Nathan, the night manager, an icy feeling slicing across my chest at his words.

“Um, I was wondering if you had an opening for a dancer tonight?” The manager takes a moment, looking me up and down, taking in Christian’s baggy clothing and the too-big sandals. He shifts his eyes, for a moment, to Frankie, who looks casually over at the stage, where two girls are dancing. “Tonight isn’t amateur night,” the manager murmurs, looking back down at his clipboard. “Come back on Tuesday.” “Oh, I’m not an amateur,” I say, giving a tinkly little laugh and rolling my eyes. “I just to work at the Satin Slipper up north?” His eyebrows go up at the name and I know he heard of it.

“Why would I need to sneak out like a teenager living in their parent’s house?” “Oh?” I raised my brows, amused. “Really? Then tell me the address and I can drive you there. After all, you need to get there within an hour don’t you?” “Fuck!” Night cursed under his breath, stomping his foot like the kid he claimed he wasn’t. “Fine! My manager called me for a photoshoot! I need to be there in an hour! And here’s the address.” He held up his phone to my face and I saw the pinned location on the map that his manager had sent him. “Okay,” I nodded. “It’s afternoon, so the traffic shouldn’t be that bad. Let’s get going, shall we?”