The Night Shift Novels & Stories

*TWO DAYS AGO* The woods of Centaurus Forest stretched out like a haunting maze of twisted trees and shadowy paths. Damien had roamed these woods countless times, always under the cover of night—the only time he felt any solace. But tonight, even the familiar darkness offered no comfort. His gaze flicked back over his shoulder every few moments, an instinctual reaction, though his undead heart lay still within his chest. Sometimes he wished he could feel its rhythmic beating once more. Tonight, however, he was grateful for his silence, for the stealth his condition provided.

It exhausted me to walk towards the hospital while suppressing my drowsiness. Drowsiness couldn’t win over me, especially when I switched to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area; the ambulance at the entrance of the ER; and the families crying and handling the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, have you shifted?" The guard at the table joked with me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it’s my first day on the night shift. Suddenly," I replied, then he checked my bag and signaled that it was okay.

It was like trying to hold smoke in her hands. She stayed quiet, listening, her heart beating a little faster with every second. The whispers didn’t stop. If anything, they felt like they were getting closer. Later that night, they went upstairs and settled into their sleeping area. They chose the biggest bedroom they could find—the one that looked a little less broken than the others. They laid out their sleeping bags on the dusty floor, staying close to each other for comfort. No one said it out loud, but they were all afraid to be alone.

“Why are you always on the night shift? Normally, you can’t have more than three night shifts a week, because your sensitivity drops during surgeries and problems might occur. You just became a regular employee—haven’t you told the director?” asked Megan. After saying that, she remembered that Jake was in Chris’s department, so it must have been arranged by Chris himself. Jake was eating snacks at the nurse station, watching a TV drama with them. “Recently, Dr. Wills has had family issues, so I’ve been covering the night shifts while he works the day shifts. He said it would last for half a month. I’m young and can handle stayin

"You need rest. You're no good to yourself or your work if you're exhausted." "Easy to say. Harder to do when you keep expecting someone to break in and kill you." "That's what I'm here for. To make sure that doesn't happen. Try to sleep, Adrian. I'll be awake." He looked at me, something vulnerable flickering in his expression. "You're really going to stay up all night?" "I sleep in shifts. Two hours at a time. But yes, someone is always awake and watching. That's how this works." "Doesn't that exhaust you?"

Arthur naturally understood what replacing the shift meant, but Mrs. Quinton didn't quite understand. She asked, "What do you mean by night shift? Do you have to go to work at night?" "Yes! Until tomorrow morning..." "Ah..." Mrs. Quinton's face was full of regret. She looked at Zoey with pity and said, "That's too tiring!" Zoey smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I'm used to it anyway, but they urged me to go there now. So I can't have dinner with you."

Just like the one Lily yelled out, a sun and a moon right under each other. “What is it that you want?” One of the men asked Axel. “I am here to negotiate the rates.” Axel replied. “We already negotiated the rates with Mr. Marcon.” “Mr. Marcon has moved to another division.” Axel replied as she started to make himself a cup of coffee. “Nice coffee though.” Axel said and walked around the table and stared at those tattoos. “Unless you think I am unreasonable, let me explain ourselves. We have you guys under satellite surveillance twenty four hours a day, we hear everything you say, we know everything you do too.” Axel said and took a seat.

I could finally stop counting coins before buying groceries or pretending I wasn’t starving just to save a few dollars. I’d clawed my way through worse. I wasn’t about to let one stupid and intimate mistake with a Casanova Alpha cost me everything I’d worked for. Besides, I doubt that he would remember me. Guys like him had women crawling all over him, so I was probably just a blur. Sighing, I shook my head and rushed into the shower to wash off the shame from last night. The next morning, just as I was about to get ready for work, I received a message from Sam saying that the shift schedule had been updated and I would be handling the Night shift with her and

she signs. Nerissa raises her hands, expressing concern. "Wake me up if they wake," her signs flutter in the water. Madissa nods, understanding her worry. "At this rate, it'll take all night. You can take the last shift," she signs back. Madissa turns her gaze to Naida, her eyes filled with hope. "Middle shift means interrupted sleep. I'll take that one. Will you take the first shift?" Naida's face brightens with a toothy grin, her hands responding with fluid movements. "Sure, I can handle it."

I said aloud. "Why?" my mum asked, her brows furrowing in concern. "I have a night shift," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I thought you did that in the morning," she said, sounding puzzled. "It's not my fault you've got a hardworking daughter," I said with a grin which she playfully rolled her eyes The remaining hours flew by fast, and before I knew it, it was time for my night shift. *** "Back so soon?" Joe asked as I picked up my apron, wrapping it around my waist.