365 Characters Novels & Stories

I say as I read through it; I notice a large yellow star shape, with the words, GOVT APPROVED, inscribed on it, at the top left of the flyer close to the GREG SCHOOL OF ENTREPRENEURSHIP, a six month course of learning the basic principles of sustaining a business and also, skill acquisition training….

“Someone breached the east side of the property.” My stomach tightened. “How many people?” “We don't know.” “Are they coming here?” His silence was terrifying. “Marco?” “We need to move.” “Where?” “There's a safer room downstairs.” “No.” He stared at me. “No?” “I don't want to go into another locked room.” “This isn't negotiable.” “Everything here is apparently negotiable until I say no.” “Christiana.” The warning in his voice made me stop. He walked toward me. “Whatever happens, you stay with me.”

TBC. it's short and I know the next will be longer only on two conditions... 1: 10 shares or more 2: don't type "next pls" type meaningful comments.. thanks fety grace heart you all

Ten of them crammed around the long table on the deck, the ocean visible. The cabana was perfect for this. Wooden frame with white curtains tied back at the posts, open on all sides. Ten of them crammed around the long table, the ocean just steps away, string lights strung overhead, and someone had gone overboard with the decorations. Silver balloons. A banner that said “Still Hot at 29.” “Happy birthday to my girl who will turn twenty-nine in three… two… one… yaaaay!” Marco threw his arms up like he’d just announced New Year’s.

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

She was not one of them. The mama then motioned for her and the other young lady to follow to the etiquette test. There she met with the rest of the ladies and there were only 20 ladies left from the original 50. More than a half of the ladies were eliminated in this test. A straight line was made with white sand and three pieces of jadeite were put on her shoulder and her head. “Walk the entire length of this white sand line. Those who drop their jadeite first will be eliminated.”

He turned around even without me asking him and resumed with his hands stuffed into his pocket. I stopped behind him until I caught up and then cleared my throat, imitating his footsteps. "How long does lunch break last?" I asked. -"thirty minutes." "What happens if I am not done with eating by then, can I bring it back to the office?" -"uh.. I guess so?" "Can I eat in the office?" -"not while you're working, no." "Okay. Are there any restaurants close to here or is there an office cafeteria that serves you whatever you want?"

"Black. Two shots of espresso. Exactly 180 degrees Fahrenheit, not hotter, not cooler. No sugar, no cream, no variations." He looked at me intently. "6:30 AM. In my study on the first floor. Do not be late. Do not get the temperature wrong. Do not deviate from the instructions." Then he turned and walked toward the door. Just before leaving, he stopped and looked back at me. "Don't be late," he said again, his voice carrying a warning. And then he was gone, leaving me alone in the perfect, pristine room, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into.

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She walked near him and grabbed the pen. “Okay, I’ll sign it then.” Claire signed the contract without rereading it. “Happy now?” And handed him the contract. Vladimir just looked and her and took the contract from her. “Well, that’s good.” He took the pen from her and put it back to his coat. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, the contract changed, by the way,” Vladimir said. “I don’t care.” Claire said and continued looking at him sharply. “ You have to live with me for 365 days, Claire.”