The Night Shift 소설 & 이야기

sensing the excitement of the crowd, Daniella remarked as she looked at the crowd which was going crazy by the minute. Levy paused when she heard the term that Daniella used and asked, “ What do you mean by the night of no moon?” “ You know how shifters rely on the moon goddess for their survival right? Thus every month there are few nights when the moon won’t rise and its during these nights when the shifters feel the weakest, during nights like these the bars of the shifter community make special shots which are much heavier than the usual ones,” Daniella explained as she pulled Levy towards the counter where the bartender was making shots. “Let's go and try one shall we?”

She looked at me—then quickly looked away, her expression tight. Guilty. Good. Maybe she finally understood what her lie had almost cost me. “Take the day off,” Evelyn said suddenly. “Resume tomorrow night.” “Night?” I repeated, confused “Yes. You’ll be on night shift from now on.” I blinked. “Night shift?” She nodded. “You’ll stay in the mansion overnight in case the chairman needs anything—food, coffee… anything at all.” I hesitated. I hadn’t even known that was part of the job. “I forgot to mention it earlier,” she added casually. “But there are nights he works late. Someone has to be available.”

"I hope he gets better." "Me, too." "So, what do you do to stay awake all night watching such riveting TV?" "That's a good question." He chuckled. There really was no answer to that. "Is this normal?" "We always keep a twenty-four-hour watch. Used to I'd do the day shift and Brenden would take the night." "Brenden, the big, brooding guy?" "Yeah." Vaughn nodded. He wouldn't share his team mates struggle with his inner demons. "We changed things up months ago."

Her shift ended promptly at eleven o'clock; she was strictly permitted to work only four hours a night to balance her demanding training schedule. With the arrival of the graveyard shift bartender, Seven clocked out. She hurried to the employee locker room, shedding her damp uniform and pulling on a comfortable, oversized black hoodie and worn jeans. Instead of leaving through the glamorous front entrance, she opted for the rear exit—a heavy metal door that opened into a dark, labyrinthine alleyway behind the commercial strip. It was an operational habit she had formed over the years; she preferred the shadows over the bright, exposed lights of the main street.

That alone made me feel like I’d been doused in cold water. “No, I’m okay, thanks.” As Cara was about to continue on her way, I said, “Wait. I have a question.” “Yes?” “Who all works here at night?” She raised a ginger eyebrow. “At night? It’s mostly a skeleton staff until after dinner is served. Mostly everyone goes home around nine PM, except for the security guard.” “So there’s no one here at, say, three in the morning?” Cara gave me a strange look. “Not that I know of. Why do you ask?”

Well, I don't want my budget to be cut short. "Why are you late for school now? You never used to be like that, eh." "Books keeps me awake late at night," I excused myself. But the truth is... my work keeps me working late at night. Because I'm always on the night shift, I go in at five o'clock, then go out at twelve o'clock in the morning. I was just able to go home and rest---that is if we don't have a pile of work to do.

He thought he was doing me a favor. Really, he was just another fool who thought between my thighs was the best seat in the house. I let him believe that. But tonight? Tonight was different. Martins nearly choked when I told him I’d be taking the night shift myself. For the first time ever. Just me, the CEO upstairs in his glass office, maybe the secretary buried in numbers at the computer center, the boss’s driver half asleep in the car, and the gateman nursing a bottle at the gate.

"Does that mean Doctor Joe is a vampire too? But why didn't he prey on me?" "Hmm, maybe they’re pro-human," Bob speculated. "Good grief, I just escaped death!" Tom said, his voice weak. "But we can't just let this go. We’re taking the night shift!" Bob insisted. "We have to find out what this hospital is really like after dark." The two began to devise a strategy. They decided to take the night shift to observe the anomalies that occurred at the hospital once the sun went down. "Are you two serious about working tonight? Didn't you just finish your morning shift?" asked the senior janitor.

The first thing I notice is the light. It creeps through the windows in thin pale strips, quiet and grey, like the morning hasn't fully committed to itself yet. Chicago is still out there but from up here it looks almost peaceful. I lie still and listen. Caleb is asleep beside me. Breathing slow and even, one arm thrown above his head, completely unbothered. The sheets are twisted around his waist and his face in sleep looks younger somehow. Less composed. Like sleep is the only place he lets his guard down.

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.