Night Games E-Book

Sue Mydliak

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

In the inner depths of the soul, darkness, a pain so excruciating it grips your gut and twists it into knots. Wanting to end your life, but your life has already... ended.

This is the life of Jonathan Hawker, a vampire who, for as long as he can remember, was top notch at what he does best: killing. 

It wasn't until he met Vanessa Cleary, who holds a secret, that he started to rethink his existence.

The two share a restricted love... a love that shouldn't be. But can that love survive?

Leseprobe

NIGHT GAMES

SUE MYDLIAK

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

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About the Author

Copyright (C) 2020 Sue Mydliak

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Cover art by CoverMint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

I dedicate this book to my fans, for without them I would not be where I am today.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I’d like to express my gratitude for my husband’s patience while I wrote this and for putting up with a messy house.

1

People call me weird, hood wicked, and crazy. I say, their self-esteem sucks. I get it though. Does it bother me? Hell no. What goes around comes around I always say … and I come right back around. Fools. They never see it coming.

I’m not what you would call your typical American male. Not even close. I’m moody, a loner, don’t like crowds, and I’m irritable when hungry. You do not want to be around me when that happens. That’s just half of what I am, the other half is bizarre, freaky, and dark.

My name is Jon, Jonathan Harker. I’m 22 years old and that’s where I’ve stayed for the past … oh, say … 300 years? I’ve stopped counting. I found no purpose in it.

I will say I am good-looking. At least I think I am. I’ve got dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. I’m muscular without looking like I’ve taken steroids. My other attributes are I’m fast. I can outrun a train. I also heal quickly and I’m hard to kill.

My clothing, well, I like black. Black jeans, black dress shirts, and black shoes. Color doesn’t look good against my skin. Makes me look … dead and I have an impeccable, yet, expensive taste. You won’t see me at some mall. Have you seen them? I believe their buyers have no sense of taste.

I have a tailor come. He knows my body and how I like my clothes to fit and he’ll only get the best material money can buy. He has good taste. Where did I find him? I have friends with the same tastes as myself. They told me about him, in fact, they were eager for me to try him out. So, I did and they were right! Friends, can’t live without them.

I go to college. My degree? I haven’t figured that one out yet. I tried to be a welder, but the bright light from the welding torch burned my skin. Nothing else didn’t appeal to me, so I just take anything that looks interesting. Seems pointless I know, but it does have its benefits. For one, I’m on the hockey team. Seems I’m good at it, especially with speed. They say I could be the next Patrick Kane.

One day, a cloudy day, a perfect day, I went down to the cafeteria for a … bite. She was drop-dead gorgeous and she had a figure that would make any man’s heart stop. Mine, of course, was already, but that’s beside the point.

Her name was Vanessa, Vanessa Cleary. I saw her at the far end, next to the windows. She was with two other girls who weren’t bad looking, but she out shone them both. I’ve heard stuff about her, stuff from my coven. She wasn’t to be trusted, in fact, she ate guys like me for breakfast. Was she a problem? Yes and no. No one from my coven is missing, not yet, but I’ll keep my eye on this one. This information gave me all I needed to know … for now, besides, I like a female who is troublesome. Sometimes it’s the bad ones that I find most favorable. She needed to be stopped though and killing her wouldn’t be an option, it would be my last resort if necessary.

I positioned myself in her line of vision and watched.

I entered her mind. Fascinating, but wow, a lot of static. Usually, a human’s mind is busy, especially a women’s. I don’t know how they manage to not go crazy. Men are simpler. We have only one thing is on our minds. Anything else is just … meh.

I got her attention right away. She felt me. Knew I was watching. She smiled.

I gave her a smile back. Nothing big. Just a sensual kind, where just one side of my mouth goes up a bit and my eyes called her in.

She stood up. Walked toward me and said, “I don’t know why I’m here, but I’m sure you do.”

“By all means.” And I gestured to the chair across from me.

“Alright.”

“So, Vanessa what brings you here today?”

Her eyes were blue. I like that in a girl.

She paused. Then replied, “I don’t know exactly, but I have class. You’ll have to excuse me, I’m a bit flustered at the moment.”

“Aren’t we all?” I was smooth.

Again, another strange look.

“I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too.” I gave her another of my winning smiles.

“I see.”

My hand touched hers. She flinched. I looked deep into her eyes. Our connection ─ strong and she sensed it.

“I’d like to eat too, but not here. Not now. How about you meet me by the J building. Let’s say around 6:00 p.m. Will you?” I took her hand in mine this time.

“Alright … 6 it is. See you.”

“Yes. See you.” I let her go.

Her friends, while in their excitability bombarded her with questions. What did he want? Did he ask you any questions? If so, what? Oh, he so cute, so handsome! Do you know him? Do you have a class with him? All the while they looked at me. I kept my cool. Lounged back in my chair. One leg extended out, while the other was bent at the knee. I had this debonair look about me. Yeah, I’m a ladies man.

2

After I watched her and her friends walk away, I got up, adjusted myself, and went home.

I had a game tonight. We were playing against a team called the Goonies or Goons. They were thugs. Played dirty and got away with a lot of shit. I’ve kept my cool when we had played them before. Didn’t want who I was to come out, but not tonight. Tonight I will show them who the goon is.

I usually get to the ice rink an hour or so early. I don’t like rushing. Warm-ups are essential to my playing. It also gets my mind to focus on what I need to do. We would win tonight.

I sometimes played goalie, but not tonight, tonight I was a defenseman, right defense. This was my favorite position. It was up to me and the other defensemen to keep the incoming play out of our zone. We block shots, break up passes, and that’s where I excelled. There will be blood on the ice tonight.

But before any of that can happen, I needed to get home. I packed my gear into the car. I needed to hunt. I needed all my strength for the game.

Now my home is modest. Nothing fancy. I bought it in an area that most people wouldn’t come around. Seems that in any town you go into, the older side is not always the best. That suits me to a ‘T’.

The area is gang-infested, but that didn’t scare me. I believe that they are more scared of me. Anyway, my house is old, Victorian to be exact. Gray in color. An old wrought-iron fence, still sturdy after all these years, protected my property.

I had bought this house when I was changed.

One night, on my way to my car, something or someone knocked me down. Hard. Surprised and a bit pissed off, I got to my knees when, again, something knocked me back down.

“If I were you I’d stop moving. It’ll only make things worse for you.”

The voice was deep. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“Who, who are you? What do you want?”

“You.”

I didn’t know what he met by you, but I decided to give him my wallet. I wouldn’t fight.

“You can have my wallet! I don’t care! Just don’t hurt me!”

He laughed, “I don’t want your wallet. I want you.”