0 With A Slash Novels & Stories

“Ms. Wagner, what exactly is going on with you two? One moment, you cancel the wedding. The next, you want it as planned. All the decorations were already thrown into the trash as per your instructions. What am I supposed to do in the middle of the night?” I felt a little guilty for causing trouble, but it was not my fault. “I apologize for the inconvenience. The wedding between Zach and me is indeed canceled, and I will not ask for a refund. As for him wanting to proceed with it, he can place a new order.” “Won't he kill me, then?”

Placing Kate's diagnosis at the entrance of their house, I headed straight to the mall, but I received a call from Charles on the way there. The moment I picked up, his furious voice came through, "Jennie, why can't I use your card?!" I acted surprised, gasping softly, "I have no idea! Maybe the card's broken?" He roared angrily, "What am I supposed to do now? I just bought 200,000 dollars' worth of supplies!" I thought for a moment, then replied, "Doesn't Mom have that amount in her account? Go take it from her, and I'll transfer the amount back to her after I fix things at the bank."

I want to make this breakfast special, so I made all the normal breakfast things then baked muffins and all that. Around five-thirty the first batch of people came in just after I had put everything on the table. “Seems like the slave woke up in a good mood today.” Commented Zeke one of the most annoying people in the pack but he is not going to ruin my mood, not today! “It’s her birthday that’s why maybe she is expecting presents,” Victor comments shoving bacon in his mouth but I ignored them and continued with what I was doing.

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