The Night Operator Novels & Stories

It was the wild magic that sent fear skittering through me. Apollo stepped back, standing beside the man who represented Day. Night came forward, eyeing the room as the silent murmurs ceased. Something about Night was alluring. His eyes were a startling shade of silver, like the luminous stars that hung in the sky, or the moon that casted light down on the world. His jet-black hair was all the same length, slicked over the side of his head. The hairstyle reminded me of a successful business man, though there was nothing ordinary about the man who represented Night. "It is my pleasure to review a few rules before you all begin." Night spoke, and the deep sound of his musical voice hushed even

Oren I checked my watch. Deloris was securing the video loop at precisely eight o’clock. The staff change at Magnolia Woods happened at seven. That meant that the nurse currently on duty was Adelaide’s night nurse until five in the morning. Our surveillance had enlightened us as to much about the staff’s habits. While some of the nurses—who Deloris discovered were rarely actually registered nurses—napped in a nearby chair waiting for alarms or commotion from their patients, others read or stared for hours on end at their cell phones, no doubt heightening their social media status with pictures of kittens and puppies or better yet, political propaganda.

The sling swayed slightly as we approached, like it was waiting. “Overnight rotation,” he grunted. “You’re the main hole tonight. Open bar. No closing time. They fuck you till they can’t get hard anymore, then the next one takes over. You stay in that sling until sunrise or until your cunt falls apart—whichever comes first.”

Oren I checked my watch. Deloris was securing the video loop at precisely eight o’clock. The staff change at Magnolia Woods happened at seven. That meant that the nurse currently on duty was Adelaide’s night nurse until five in the morning. Our surveillance had enlightened us as to much about the staff’s habits. While some of the nurses—who Deloris discovered were rarely actually registered nurses—napped in a nearby chair waiting for alarms or commotion from their patients, others read or stared for hours on end at their cell phones, no doubt heightening their social media status with pictures of kittens and puppies or better yet, political propaganda.

I said to the others and followed him. . . . (In the Doctor’s office) I got to the door and knocked. “You can come in,” I heard his voice from behind. I pulled down the door knob and entered. “Have you seat,” He offered me a seat and I nodded. “Thank you sir,” I said to him. “So, how was the operation?” I asked again. “Hmm, actually, I’m so sorry sir but the operation is not……..” . . . . T.B.C What does he wants to say?

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

I mutter to myself, waiting for a response. “How much for a night?” He asks out of the blue, making me furrow my brows. What is this fucker talking about? “What? I’m not a prostitute” I complain. “Never said you were…you just put a label on it” He states, casually unwrapping his towel from his waist, making me turn around on impulse.

With my face mask I am on my way to the boss's office, he is also about to leave and when he saw me, he smile plainly and gave the floor map of hospital. "Santos, I am really sorry for the sudden change of shift, but you already know that the night shift has a lot of offer, and you can earn a lot." He joked and I just laughed, as if I can say no to the management, I don't have a degree, I am just a highschool graduate, that is why I know the reason of them, taking advantage of me. "Please do prioritize Dr. Remon's room, he have a duty tonight and he want his room clean, alright?" I nod while walking away, preparing myself for the night shift.

And he wasn’t very confident about carrying out a task that felt so thankless. The whiskey began to affect his senses, and he felt dizzy. He decided to go to bed and soon managed to drag himself there. Meanwhile, a brunette woman was furious, typing very angry messages and throwing a tantrum in her luxurious pink room. Amanda was screaming into her pillow, mentally cursing her stupid boyfriend. Where was Roberth? He wasn’t answering the phone or responding on the messaging app. This was testing her patience.