The Night Operator Novels & Stories

The guards weren't just building security—they were something else entirely. "At night, the lower levels transform into the Obsidian Club," Sloane finished. "The legitimate businesses close at six, the regular employees go home, and the real operation begins." We walked toward the entrance, and I tried to embody everything I'd seen in those videos. Shoulders back, chin up, eyes cold and assessing. The guards saw us coming and immediately straightened, their expressions shifting from professional alertness to something like nervous respect. "Mr. Kingston," one of them said, moving to open the door without being asked. "Welcome back. It's been a while."

(Bina) At this point of the night, only me and Bina were the only one that awake as well as the few night staff who in command with the war. All the other leaders were well deep in their slumber, not that I would bothers me anyway. I got a call from Captain Linda just now, reporting that the Operation was a success and by now, the Northern Gate is now under Aeternum rules. “yeah..Operation Midnight Shadow is a success..then, this war will be much more easier and…profitable for us at the same time….”.

Stronger. I doubled back to the restroom and locked myself in a stall. Dylan picked up on the first ring. "You called on the backup line," I said. "What happened?" "The network flagged activity near the dockyards last night. Three bodies, all drained." He paused. "I need you with me. Tomorrow night." Tomorrow night. The opera. "How important is it?" I asked. "I have plans." "It's a wendigo, Clara." My stomach dropped.

"Uhm, good to know that, ma'am. Well, at least I won't worry about where he is anymore. I'll just cancel all his appointments today so Sir Adam can rest and recover." "Yeah, you're right. Anyway, if you want to visit him at his condo, you can enter using his condo password." "Huh? But how, ma'am? I don't know his condo password." "It's simply 071723." "Oh, thank you for trusting me, ma'am."

I order. "Yes, Sir." She whispers, I back away from her putting her hair band on my wrist. Normally I throw it to the side, but I think I'll keep this one. I hear my phone ring, I sigh picking it up I walked in here when I got home thinking I would find her in here. "Knuckles." I greet. "Hey, boss. No problems, also no call from Pete." He says and I grunt. "Listen, I'm not coming in tonight, I know since Blondie is off it's just been you, so just have the night off." I instruct him.

Surrounded by acres of black iron fencing and guards who were definitely soldiers, trained ruthless to be the part of Viper’s strongest Unit. The Night Unit. This was the residence of Mr. Night. A man who dealt in secrets and lived in the shadows, whose face and identity was unknown to the world. As we stepped into the grand hall, the air turned tense, the atmosphere was gloomy and horrible. Kristine clutched my forearm, her features twisting into dismal. “What a horrible place…” Kristine whispered worriedly. A door at the end of the hall burst open. “Kr.. Kristine? Is that you?”

Nathan helps tighten the harness and gently caresses my skin around it. "Well, I'll see you both later," I kiss them goodbye and go downstairs. A few barmen are here already in the stock room sorting through what they'll need for the night. I check up on them and tell them how many people we are expecting tonight which is a lot because it's a Friday. The barmen here are usually subs who get their membership included in the job but I've got a Dom who works for me.

Derek took a deep breath. “Yeah, sure. Approval for what?” “Can I borrow Isabel Smith for a date tomorrow night? Right here in your Resort. It'll only be one night," Derek assured him. Gideon on the other hand, vanished the smile on his face. _______

I looked at my Omega, it was after midnight. “Go get in the shower. I’ll get rid of these assholes.” Maggie wasn’t happy but she slunk off to hide. I opened the door, stark naked, and told the guys to fuck off. “Hey fuck you, McMahon! I outrank you!” “Yeah,” I retorted. “By three days!” At this point, the light came on in the manager’s office and a few guest doors opened, heads peeking out. “Guys, let’s not get kicked out on our first night, huh?” I was trying to be the voice of reason.

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.