The Night Manager Novels & Stories

Neon lights bled through the hallway as bass pounded from the club floor, steady and primal like a second heartbeat. ‎“Ivy.” ‎His voice cracked through the air. ‎I turned to see my manager stalking toward me, eyes bloodshot, jaw tight. ‎“Do you have a death wish,” he snapped, “or are you just stupid?” ‎“I’m sorry,” I stammered, dripping on the floor. “The bus stalled, and...“ ‎“I don’t care. Get changed. Now. The boss is here. Private suite. High rollers. If you mess this up tonight, you’re gone.”

“Hello? Yeah, we’re in the parking lot now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “…” “Oh, you’re coming to get me?” “…” “Alright. I’m still in Night’s car.” There was another pause before he ended the call. He turned to the man beside him. “Manager’s on his way. What about you? What are you doing after this?” Night glanced at the clock. “It’s only 10 AM. I’ll probably hit the gym. What time will you finish?” “Manager said the event should wrap up by 2 PM.”

"Could you leave us for a moment? I have something important to discuss with my boss." "Yes, ma'am," the nurse promptly responded and obediently left the room. When the nurse had left. Adam spoke softly, "So, why are you here? Did you miss me?" "Of course not!" she retorted sharply. "Then, why are you here?" She stood up straight, crossed her arms, and stared directly at Adam. "Don't assume that I missed you. I actually don’t have plan to visit you. Your mom just instructed me to come because she doesn't trust your nurse. She's concerned that she might seduce you and-"

"The framework is solid." "It doesn't matter if it's solid," Marcus hissed, his eyes wide as he watched the regional manager turn toward our row. "It matters who has the least leverage to fight back." "Who signed off on the eastern sector verification?" the manager demanded, his sharp gaze locking onto the administrative desks at the back. He took three aggressive strides down the carpeted aisle, pointing a finger straight toward my station. "I want the assistant responsible for this column standing up right now to explain why—"

They went into the club, and a manager was already waiting. "Thaddeus Leighton? Mr. Norwood is waiting," said the manager without an ounce of respect. His gaze was cool. The manager's respect for Evan put more pressure on Thaddeus' shoulders. Every step he took felt impossible. He felt as if he would fall into an abyss if he advanced any further. Eventually, they came to the top floor, and the manager opened the glass doors. The Leightons were transported to another world immediately. Blinding neon lights danced across the room. Scores of sexy women were surrounding the gigantic pool in the center, swimming, playing, and feeding someone grapes.

He swallowed hard, still buried deep inside me, and nodded. “I’ll do as you say.” His voice was low, rough, and almost reluctant… but obedient. The night came faster than I expected. I stepped out of the cab just past 10 PM, the neon glow of The Gladiator's Room pulsing across the street. And there he was—my asshole of a bastard manager, leaning against his sleek black car right outside the entrance, arms crossed, looking equal parts impatient and nervous. He’d actually shown up. He called me earlier, voice gruff, asking where I was.

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

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.

When my helper chased me down in an attempt to catch up, “Sir, because she refused to sleep with the manager, her contract with Knight Enterprises was terminated. Her termination was scheduled for today, and Elvis Clark went to her residence to deliver the notice to her. Her father kicked her out of the house today, and she is currently without a place to live.” ****

If anyone was going to be suspected for being there that night, it would be Damien. Nate heard Damien draw in a sharp breath before walking into the hall with a rod-straight posture. He fell into his footsteps behind him. Inside were long tables placed in rows close to the three walls, chairs on either side, most of them occupied. In the centre, they constructed a ring inside which the action would happen later that night. The air was filled with chatters of the occupants, pretending to be decent humans when in truth they were far from that. To the worlds they were high-schoolers; teachers and priests—to him they were just another of his kind. As he walked across the length, Nate recognised