8 Novels & Stories

I replied. Hamada-san was thirty-five years old. He had made his way up to the post of Division Manager through effort and perseverance. While his strong brown pupils held a youthful vigour, his stray grey hair was testimony to his tireless work and the pressure. It was no wonder that he was up for another promotion soon. “Do send me the details of the sales for the 2-chome branch too before you leave.” “I shall do that.” I bowed, excused myself and returned to my work. It had not even been a week since I finished my previous project.

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Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off their list since they were getting technical, and my dad still won by one. After Aunt Carla collected the tablets, she then handed out what looked like score sheets. When I got mine I saw that the sheet had different attributes on it. There were also two columns at the top. One entitled Mommy and the other Daddy. “Okay, in this game, each person is going to put a check on each column for the attributes you think Jillie would like the baby to take from her or Jarren. Whoever comes closest to what she actually checks wins.” Aunt Carla informed us. “No talking to each other. I’m going to give you….one minute.” She stated, setting the timer.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

Merek was testing her. She didn’t wait. She threw up her palm, and a barrier of silver-blue light exploded between them, cracking stone and flinging three council guards off their feet. The room descended into chaos. Kael stepped in front of her, growling, teeth lengthening. “Enough!” Merek held up a hand. “She passed the test.” Luna’s fists trembled at her sides. “That wasn’t a test. That was a threat.” “Semantics.” He stepped back smoothly. “You’re stronger than we feared. Or hoped.”

Cricket “Don’t even think about it, asshole!” I yelled at the motorist attempting to merge into our lane. My Uber driver flinched and covered his right ear. “Don’t take your hand off the wheel, you’re gonna let him in! Don’t let him in!”

On the way we hit traffic, while Gregory and Lanna were quite relaxed me and Acre were on edge, Acre was so bad his hand was on the door handle "Calm down guys it wont be long" Gregory said looking in the rearview mirror. As soon as the car stopped me and Acre lept out of the car ready to tear apart anyone who so much as looked at our mates wrong but as soon as I took a deep breath the sweet scent of the sun,sea,sand and icecream hits me causing me to stop in my tracks and from the looks of things Acre has caught the scent of his mate too.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

I stared at the complicated equation I was supposed to solve, how the hell she expect me to get this? "Ms. I really don't think this is ulm... X is an alphabet" the laughter in the class was so loud. Yeah, I know but isn't it an alphabet? It's not like I'm ready to calculate any shit right now, the worse I'd get is a detention. "What makes you think cracking jokes in my class is funny?" "Fine, Value is 4" "Come solve it, prove it!".

“I never dreamt it would be you.” “Will you show us?” Caleb asked. The man looked long and hard at Caleb, then at me. He finally held out his huge palm, towards me. “May I see that?” he asked. I looked to Caleb. He nodded. I reached out and placed the small, silver key into his huge palm. Roger stared at it. He held it up to the light. He turned it over read the inscription on the back. He finally shook his head. “God damn,” he said. “I was sure it would be bigger.”