Sophisticated Novels & Stories

I removed my cufflinks, rolled up my sleeves, album in my hands, resting my back on my oak office chair. I pressed the number, line connecting to my accountant; Sarah - The one I couldn’t mess up with because she was a mother of two kids and too much out of my taste. I wished I could hire someone like her for Luciano so he could understand my pain, but fuck him for being too much of a right guy. Bastard be so mean, wouldn't let me have my type of fun just because he wasn't man enough to give it a shot himself. Line connected. “Good morning, Mr. Nikola, how may I help you today?” Her voice stops me from firing her every time. That’s her luck.

( Never try to take the position of another person by force or theft. You might just be digging your own grave)

Watched her revel in attention, Julian Fernandez finds himself seemingly trapped into a vey inappropriate situation with the mother of his child. People often mistake sophistication for elegance. While it's possible to be both, you can be sophisticated without being elegant and elegant without being sophisticated. Elegance as we know is graciousness in action, and possessing a certain confident simplicity. Sophistication proceeds from a great deal of worldly experience and knowledge of fashion and culture. It comes from an in depth learning about your surroundings, having a refined understanding of different cultures and being c

The vein in his forehead pulsated with life, as he asked, "Did I say that? Did I ever say I didn't want you?" I swallowed, my emotions tugging my heart in too many directions. "I-I don't understand." I tried to free my hands. "And you're hurting me." Ignoring my plea, he pulled my hands higher, making me shift to my toes. His shoulders broadened and neck straightened. "Come now, Miss Collins. From what I've heard, you're a Stanford graduate on your way to Columbia. That sounds like you're an intelligent woman. Prostitution shouldn't be too difficult for you to comprehend."

Good. “Mafia Boss.” I spat out bitterly. What a piece of dirt. “Just..... leave him.....you got what you want.” He snarled. I ignored his pleas and walked upright to the end of the room. There was a table filled with touring devices, or what we used to call ‘toys’. I picked up my favorite one. A blade made of Damascus steel. I smirked when ran a finger at its sharp tip. “This is perfect for today’s occasion.”

Or worse. *****

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

he snapped. Stefan shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. He calmly replied, "A sycophant is someone who has no capacity, is at the bottom, then tries to rise to the top by stepping on his colleagues and fanning the boss with seduction, that's a sycophant."

"I grew up in a neighborhood where people worried about keeping the lights on, not keeping up appearances. So if you're trying to insult me, you're going to have to be more direct. I'm not fluent in whatever this is." She gestured vaguely at them. One of them actually laughed—a genuine sound that broke the script they'd been following. "Well," she said, "at least you're honest." "Especially because he usually prefers sophistication," another one added, but it sounded different now. Less cutting. "People confuse sophistry with sophistication," Selena replied, which was something her mother used to say. "Wealth doesn't actually change who you are. It just gives you a bigger stage for it." She