520 Fifth Novels & Stories

One of the pink diamonds, I recalled, was auctioned at the price of two hundred million dollars just last month. Clearly, Sam came prepared. Nicole's heart was filled with joy, and she pressed a kiss on Sam's cheek. "Wow, these all fit me perfectly! And did you think that I wouldn't notice that twenty was the number of years we've known each other? You're so thoughtful! "Hey, don't tell me you've been plotting to marry me ever since we were kids!" She acted coy, feigning anger, and Sam just smiled and didn't say a word, but his gaze said it all.

On the other end of the line came Jeremiah’s voice, not just tinged with fear, but he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "Arthur, I can't get in touch with her. A lawyer just showed up, dropped off the divorce papers, then left. There is a clause about the division of assets. It lists the company you started abroad for Miss Ely. "Do you think Juniper found out about you using her all this time? She's been with you for five years and must know a lot of confidential information. If she decides to leak them as revenge, we’re going to be screwed…" "Shut up!" A wave of irritation slammed over Arthur like a raging tide. "Keep things hush for now and wait for me to come back to take care of

See you on February 5! 300125, Anne Joyce

I nod my head gently when I realize that's the truth. "Good evening, ma'am, Sir. You are welcome to Key to your heart restaurant. Today, we are on a couple's discount. Whatever you buy today will be given a fifty percent discount. By the way, you look perfect together," The middle-aged waitress utters lively with a smile lingering on her face. Wait! Couples? Does she think she just made sense? What the fuck is even making her smile? "Thank you, but we are not cou..." "Thank you, ma'am. My woman is pretty, isn't she?" He raises his gaze to smile widely at the woman as he holds my hand gently, and my heart flutters.

Tesla is good and threatens her better, so she doesn't want to argue with her. "Your turn is coming, 520. Based on the bracelet tag on your arms, you are turning twenty-one. It will be soon that they will take you out and auction you. You are one of the prettiest, smartest, and the best among your peers. I am sure they will also give you the best master. But let me remind you, 520. We are handled by syndicates. They are bad guys and I am sure the people attending the auction were rich and powerful, but they belong to black society." Lot 520 smiled softly but she could feel the excitement boiling inside her like a raging inferno. That's how excited she was about the upcoming auction.

According to the address, I’m going to the fifteenth floor. When I reach apartment number twenty-two, a very tall guy in a tight black sweater opens the door. Along with the Roman numeral five tattoo, a series of large and small tattoos runs across his skin. The sweater clings tightly, outlining every muscle. When I react, his eyes are no longer hazel. Streaks of sensuality flood his irises, turning black as night. He stands still, devouring me with his gaze, taking his time. “Hi, Estela!… you look beautiful… come in, come in,” he invites, stepping aside.

Six years in the fifty years, two years to the fifthiet year When i was a child, my mama used to sing me a poem when i woke up from the nightmares. She'd wipe my sweat and brush away the hair sticking to my face. These hands have subdued stubborn jungles unmasked fertile groves and plumbed the seedful promise of loamy plains The hands calloused like a tortoise shell have tended tendrils, joyous, in their leafy dance on the spine of stakes

"Five years ago, I was merely a shadow of your past. What makes you think I would come back?" My head was filled with questions and doubts. He fell silent. I could see the fear in his eyes, the fear of losing me for a second time. But I was no longer the same woman I was five years ago. I was no longer the woman who waited for him to turn around and see me as I was, not just a vessel for his old memories. "I know I don’t deserve a second chance. I know I’ve hurt you in the cruelest way. But I regret it, truly regret it. I’ve spent five years searching for you, hoping to atone for my mistakes. I... I still love you."