President の小説・ストーリー

I would serve this in a meal for Millie and I to share. I then disposed of his body out back. No one would do anything to me because I have power here and control. No one will mess with a cannibal. By the time the next day rolled around I had kept the nurses's flesh in my small freezer no one had known about that I would keep in my room. I was mising my Millie but I knew that she would be back. As the days passed by and I waited patiently but anxiously for her return when the day finally came I smiled brightly. "Hey Brian, I'm feeling better. How was your week?" She asked me. "Dreadful my dear, but I have something for you." "You do?" Millie said smiling in more of a surprise way not like an

"Have you forgotten your name as well?" Still wearing a solemn facial expression, Mr. President responded in a low voice. "Not really. I'm just checking if you still remember my name. Who am I?" "Ridiculous. How could I forget you? Your name is William. William Lopez. The president of the third set of the student council of Northeastern High School. Also the young master of the house of Lopez." Vincent casually answered. At the speed of light, his head is filled with necessary knowledge which eliminates his confusion.

he answered back. “ Redeem himself?” The president rolled up the sleeve of his suit and looked at his watch before standing up. He finished the meal, but I wasn’t finished yet. I waited for his answers but none came. “ President?” I asked in a stern voice, gone is the father that I used to love. It’s the president. Just president. “He caused the death of that late senator, Amara. You don’t know him that much,” he mentioned and I stilled. What the fuck do I need to know about Major Sullivan? He’s perfect and I love him. Nothing about him will tell me otherwise.

Dami glared at Shina. "Okay. So...Those identities exists. I mean those three people are real. They're the current CEO of his companies. He lives a ghost life,he lives a life that only his name is feared, nobody knows he owns all these. nobody knows his face or do you?" Shina asked everyone in the room. "No" Johnmoore replied. Everyone in the room looked at him.

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

“It was very . . . tough my first time seeing it. Extremely educational. Your great-grandfather helped liberate a camp, did he not?” Eliza nodded proudly. “Yes, he did.” After a moment of silence, the President slid a look at his watch and stood. “Well, as much as I’m enjoying this, duty calls. I have another meeting in a few minutes and I need to refresh myself with the briefing notes.” He held out a hand towards James. “It was good to meet you, James. And Eliza”—President Richardson embraced her and kissed her forehead—“take care.” “I will, Mr. Adam. Can you tell Ms. Laura and Junior hello for me?” she asked.

She grabbed her files then headed for the President's office which was opposite hers. In the President's office, there was a pin drop silence and it gives one an eerie feeling. A Young Man and Woman were standing with their head slightly bowed. The Man was clutching into a Tablet, he was the president's personal assistant, Korin Cage. The young woman had her hand clutching unto a Black covered file, she was Yelena's Assistant, Halle Smith. In front of them, was the Wooden table which belongs to the President and behind the table Sat the Pres

"The president looked back... should we go up to pick them up now?" "Didn't you forget what Mr. Moore specifically instructed us. The president is going to meet his wife. We shouldn't disturb them if possible, and we should try to remain invisible!" Another clever subordinate said, "Didn't you see that after the president looked back, he continued to walk while holding his wife?" "But the president's injuries..." "The president’s greatest injury is heartbreak, and his wife is the antidote." Another clever subordinate sighed. "Ordinary

Sean asked as he sat on the stone bench. Beckham sat right next to Sean and said, "I came here for business yesterday. I'll be leaving tomorrow. I thought I should meet you before I leave, so I'm here." The servant served them some tea before retreating. Sean took a sip of tea and asked casually, "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-seven this year. Mr. Yaleman, you were already the President when you were my age. So, I'm far inferior to you." Sean looked at him and asked, "A Country's quadrennial presidential election has been postponed. When is the next election set?"

“Oh stop glaring at me that way, it's not my fault I forgot something like that. What can a sixty year old lady do?” He kept glaring at her and clenched his fists. “Boy, if looks could kill,” she muttered playfully, enjoying the anger building inside of him. “Alan, baby, what we meant to say was that we would step down as President and you are now President, while your father would remain CEO,” she said. "And now that he is indisposed, that makes me CEO." “What's the difference?” he inquired. “Well, a president runs the company, and the CEO, which is me, drops by once in a while to assess and crit