4 Exes Novels & Stories

What disrespect he had up his sleeves! “And that reminds me, now you are left with nothing, why don’t you do what you should have done for ages? Denounce your right as a Nightingale and leave with that slutty bitch of yours… my ex-wife, Elena. Unless you’d want to give her to me again. I might consider making her my mistress,” Caleb said mockingly, his sudden statement about Elena infuriating me more than I could have imagined.

“Unless we seal it.” Damian let out a harsh laugh. “Seal it? With what, duct tape? The Nexus is gone, in case you missed it!” “There’s another way,” Elijah said, his voice low. He avoided Annabel’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “What way?” Annabel pressed, stepping closer. “If you know something, say it.” Elijah hesitated. Then, in a tone that made Annabel’s blood run cold, he said, “The Core wasn’t the only anchor point. There’s another one. But it’s inside the shadow.”

I did the same even when I was just a human, so Aubree must really have some special effect on me. “His name is James, age unknown, but he has no family and has been living with humans for years; the only thing he does is sell humans—vulnerable humans and especially women,” Tyler explained, he seemed to be ahead of me. “I want him by the pack within ten minutes.” “Our men are on their way to the bar; he was last spotted there.”

* *Adams Corps: Shares go down exponentially following the exit of six shareholders. The relentless headlines blared across every media outlet, casting a shadow over Adams Corps. The news of shares plunging exponentially after the departure of six shareholders had spread like wildfire, engulfing social media in an uproar. Heated debates echoed through every channel, magnifying the clash between the two rival companies.

Tyler stated curtly, nodding toward the chair across from him. Whitman obeyed, clutching a folder to his chest as a lifeline. "Sir, I inspected the accounts per your instruction. The disparities have been continuing for months. "Months?" Tyler's voice was strong, and his wrath sliced through the room. Whitman nodded, sweat beads on his brow. "Yes. Small numbers at beginning, but they have grown dramatically in the last quarter. The transfers were carefully disguised and routed through shell accounts. "I don't need the technical details," Tyler said, leaning forward. I need names. Who can access these accounts?

My date was going on (and on) about a high-profile case he’d won for some CEO, and I was seconds away from using the woman at the table behind me as a mental escape hatch. She was telling her friends how her ex had posted another girl with a heart emoji caption, claimed it was her birthday, and said they were cousins—except she knew the girl. She was a senior back in her school days, and definitely not family. I was this close to turning my chair around to hear the full gist when he walked in. Eric. Wearing a perfectly tailored suit—his signature look—he walked like someone who knew the world watched him and didn’t mind. He looked like a CEO from one of those ridiculously good romance novels

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“Do you think she should go to school today? I mean with everything that just happened.” “Bethany would want to get this done and over with, she’d definitely not agree.” He, Allan, hummed in agreement before sighing and looking out the window. Charon, I think I liked that name better. By evening Allan pulled up in front of an enormous white gate, it was beautiful and had different designs on it. On our way here Caleb had pulled over for Allan to take over because 'he was dead tired'. A tall dark man came out to ask a few questions before waving his hands in the air.

A support system, a community and the closest thing to friends I've had since Ria's betrayal. Me: "My ex suddenly has regrets. Funny timing." I attach the screenshot. Elena responds first: Hahaha Mrs. Hernandez: Block him mija Marcus: men are trash Leo: wait this is the guy who cheated on you with your best friend?? and now he wants to TALK?? Elena: the audacity. the absolute audacity. Mrs. Hernandez: Don't respond. He doesn't deserve your words. I watch the messages roll in, feeling something warm spread through my chest. These people barely knew me six months ago. Now they're defending me like family.