30 Days Letter Challenge

During Black Friday, the intelligent system I develop helps the company run highly targeted ads and brings in 30 million dollars in revenue. But when I apply for the project bonus, the director rejects it. "The system is just an auxiliary tool. The performance belongs to the sales department." I hold back my frustration and pull up the system logs. "88% of the orders come from the system's targeted pushes. According to company policy, I should receive a 0.5% commission." The director glances at me, twirling his pen. "If the sales commission doesn't go to the sales department, should it go to you? And your lousy system exceeds the API limit and racks up extra fees. You still owe us a hundred thousand dollars. We'll deduct that from your salary." Three days before Christmas sales are set to begin, the system completely shuts down because of API restrictions. Late at night, the director calls me. I stare at my computer screen. "Since the system is just an auxiliary tool, why don't you start with manual targeting?"

Lily Peterson's childhood sweetheart, Sean Clements, ran over my 70-year-old mother in his car while he was drunk-driving. Because of that, Mom died on the spot. But Lily insisted on signing the letter of forgiveness for Sean. "My mother-in-law had planned on scamming Sean for more money, so she lay beneath the wheels on purpose. She should be the one taking on the entire responsibility." Not only did Sean get released as an innocent man, but he also received the ten-million-dollar payment given by the insurance company as compensation for his emotional distress. "Honey, I grew up with Sean since we were kids. I can't just sit by and watch his life get ruined by imprisonment! Can't you be more gracious and stop bringing this issue up?" After leaving the police station, Sean uploads a post on his social media feed in a high-profile manner. "Lily looks so gorgeous when she defends me in front of others! Childhood sweethearts will always be the closest people in life!" Lily leaves a like on Sean's post right in front of me. I remain eerily calm. "Let's get a divorce, Lily." She huffs coldly in return. "You just want me to console you, right? Tristin Foley, you're already 30 years old. Can you stop being childish?" I've already brought up divorce multiple times in the past. That's why Lily refuses to believe that I will leave her for real. But what she doesn't know is that I've snuck in a divorce agreement into the documents meant for the case closure registration, and she has personally left her signature there.

She called him at two in the morning, wine-drunk and heartbroken, and told him everything. That her boyfriend of five years had been lying to her face. That she had built his business with her bare hands and he had been quietly cutting her out of it. That she was done being practical about love and intended to date every beautiful man she could find and she meant it. She did not mean to tell him he was on the list. Enoch Wade has been in love with his cousin since he saw her at her 19th birthday party. He has spent six years sending birthday gifts and keeping his distance and being exactly what she needed him to be, safe, reliable and family. The drunk call ends that strategy entirely. By morning she has an employment letter, a plane ticket, and three days to start over in London. What neither of them knows is that the tag that held them apart was never true. Some lines were meant to be crossed. some lines were never lines at all. My Dearest Beautiful Cousin — a forbidden romance

Edselyn Moore's world comes crashing down when, after five years together, her boyfriend elopes with her best friend just two days before their wedding, leaving only a letter to inform her of their departure. Unable to bear the humiliation in her small town and the disappointed looks from her aunt, she packs up and leaves her old life behind. Finding herself pregnant and alone in a new country, she tackles her new life as a single mother with efficiency and determination, taking on as many jobs as she can to support herself and her kids. Sinjin Santillan is a man who seemingly has it all: looks, wealth, and the best girlfriend in the world. However, everything changes when a tragic accident leaves him paralyzed, and his loving girlfriend becomes a stranger to him. Devastated by her betrayal and rejection of his marriage proposal, Sinjin surprises her by walking out on her. This unfortunate incident leads him to cross paths with Edselyn, a poor single mother of two. Wishing to avoid being pushed into going on blind dates, he makes a proposal to Edselyn that she cannot refuse after saving her kids from some bad people. However, a blast from the past and familial obstacles threaten to ruin her newfound happiness.

Liam Andreas Ville, a 30 year old mature billionaire and has a wife who really prioritizes beauty, fashion, and money. Her days are spent with these three things so that she often neglects what is her obligation as a wife to Liam. Emily Alexandra Orlando, a 22 year old woman and has a sister who is 3 years older than her, Roseline Marie Orlando. Beauty, fashion and money, are the three main things for them both. but, of course there is a striking difference between the two. Emily, who always works hard to get money from her secret job, and Rose, who still relies on their parents' wealth and Liam's, her husband's property. until one night, the secret work that Emily had been doing for two years was finally exposed because her brother-in-law, Liam, had found out and made the two of them make a secret agreement so that the work that Emily had been doing so far was unknownby his family, including Rose who is classified as very selective about a job.

04:00 AM. JFK International Airport. I switched off airplane mode, and my phone lit up. The first notification was an Instagram story from my husband, Donovan Valentino, Don of the Valentino family, posted at 3:30 AM: a photo of Seraphina Moretti’s back, captioned, “Run 50 completed. Package delivered safe.” An hour before that, my flight had hit catastrophic clear-air turbulence, dropping two thousand feet in seconds. I’d clung to my seatbelt until my knuckles turned white, the crumpled threat letter from a rival crew pressed like a blade against my ribs. In those blind, falling seconds, one thought burned through the panic: If I live through this—if Donovan is waiting at arrivals—I’ll tear up my transfer papers to Dubai and stay. But there were no missed calls. No messages. He’d been too busy collecting Seraphina. He knew my flight details. He just didn’t care. Four years of marriage. 50 fully armed security details for Seraphina. For my 112 long-haul flights over those same four years? The most I ever got was a driver in an unmarked sedan. Even the night Gambino’s crew tailed me from Manhattan, and I spent six hours locked in a diner bathroom. He didn’t pick up until dawn, after the twelfth try. My transfer to Dubai was confirmed. The signed divorce settlement was in my bag. This was the last time I’d ever come back for him.

Today is Lia's 28th birthday and found herself bidding for a man to take her virginity! "The bidding for him will start now!" the MC announced on the side. “29 thousand!” A woman screamed. "29 thousand, going twice, going trice, is there no one going to fight?" The MC asked. Lia didn't know what was going through her mind to raise her hand, "30 thousand!" She shouted before the bidding was closed. "30 thousand, the bidding is close! You'll have one hot night with him!"

Clara Blake. That's me. The normal girl everyone barely noticed until my step dad Carl decided that I needed to be his personal punching bag. Everyone knew yet they never decided to do anything about it or help me out of my misery and get me away from this horrid man. Mum never knew or she pretended not to see anything. I mean she was in love with Carl and after dad I probably couldn't blame her. You see dad went away to serve his country and not long after we received a death letter ,as they call it, telling us that he had been lost to war. It wasn't long after the letter about dad had come before Carl had moved into mum's life and they got married. We were a normal happy family up until I had turned six. I remember it like it was yesterday. He came into my room after mum went to bed and he just started hitting me. Never where it would be too obvious seen. When we received the letter from dad that he was coming home after all I was ecstatic. He was going to come and save me from this hell hole that I was in. Unfortunately Carl also saw the letter and that night he had decided that he would end me as it would be my fault for everything as I sent the letter to make my mother sad and cry. My best friend telling me he loves me and dad coming back made my head spin. Joining the FBI as an agent was fun and all until being kidnapped and rescued by a very handsome prince charming. Follow along and join me on my story of my chaotic and drama filled life both in love and work.

These are just the addition of my books on wattpad. Emily A letter to Santa Last wish And The moon and I

A once peaceful kingdom "Omaha" whose inhabitants enjoyed the reign of their king ( George Ortiz) soon ends up in mayhem and despair, shortly after the demise of the king. The situation of things exacerbates when the first son of the late king, Miller – whose coronation was just a few days away – disappears all of a sudden. The people must be saved from the hands of Miller's junior brother (Rico) – a werewolf – who ascends the throne in his missing brother's stead. He is so obsessed with ruling that he starts turning people into werewolves by infecting them, to be able to control them since they don't like him. Omaha becomes filled with werewolves, wreaking havoc and causing untold death In the kingdom. Beverly, the daughter of Miller, soon discovers her supernatural powers that have been latent all along. She takes up the challenge to wipe out all the werewolves in Omaha for her missing father's sake. Her quest to eliminate the werewolves led her to the discovery of a shocking truth and another situation that beats her imagination.