A Barbaric Proposal Novels & Stories

I am equally proud of my little sister for being so passionate. “Maybe we need to fight crazy-ass fire with crazy-ass fire,” Tristan suggests. “What are you talking about?” I ask him, completely lost. “If King Gene is willing to bring in some insane person to help him with his side of this battle, perhaps it’s time we did exactly the same thing.” Tristan gives us all a confident nod, his wild curls dancing around his smiling face. “Say what now?” Shelby asks him for all of us. “Yeah, so, he brought in Barbara, and she’s clearly one butt-piece short of a loaf, so I’m thinking why don’t we bring in our own wild card?” Tristan suggests.

Knowing that much would have to be done at his command. His way. And that he would demand payment. Payment I badly wanted to give him. This was my mate. My barbarian… THE END Related to the Ardae Series: The Taming King of the Seditious

They could appreciate everything surrounding by leisurely. "Well, welcome our new member Lisa, it's the least I can do, I wish I can do more. I believe that everyone makes his or her own fortune with a good decision. I hope that working for Hixcth is more than a job, what we are in pursuit of setting up the company and everyone in it for life." Peter proposed a toast when the six of them sat at the table. How diplomatic and sincere! Peter was a non-smoking and non-drinking fitness, so his customary toasts would be cheered with soft drinks. But Lisa was asked to drink beer since she was playing an important role, Lisa's problem was that she couldn't hold her drink, two beers and she was under

Safira asked with her hands on her hips. “No, well, some of it’s true.” Safira looked heavenward and shook her head. Adonis laughed. “The man is a businessman. He’s selling his books. I will show what I need as a man for the next few days. I can’t speak for all men, only myself. Is that a deal?” “It’s a deal. But I have a proposition, too.” Safira agrees. “What is it?” “Let’s take these next five days we got left and get to know each other without sex.”

“What’s next on the schedule?” She adjusted her glasses, her fingers tapping lightly on the palmtop. “There’s a business proposal for capital investment… from a Mr. Clint.” Clint!… The name rang a bell, stirring something dark and bitter within me. I racked my brain, searching for the connection, and then it hit me. Amber’s ex-husband. The same man who treated her like dirt, the same man who left her in ruins. My jaw tightened, a surge of anger bubbling under my skin.

Kelvin complained, issuing a warning. “One last question.” He announced, and a scary looking lady, with a weird smile on her face, raised her hand. Seeing her expression, I knew she was about to say something really bad. “Mrs Andrea, don't you think that you're being used as a prop or a pawn to rehabilitate your husband's image?” She asked, still smiling.

"Who the hell came up with this idiotic proposal?" He slammed his hand on the table, making the pen holder jump from the impact. "They want me to give away our precious gem mines for peace? Do I look like a pitiful mutt who would go and beg others for mercy?" Vivian was shocked by his reaction. She shuddered, and her eyes turned red. "Alexander… you scared me. Actually, I made that proposal. I just wanted to share the burden with you…" Alexander froze at that moment. Her again? Ever since Vivian returned, she had been screwing things up one after another!

I couldn't compete with her first love, with his polished manners and elite background. Well, how was she going to react when she found out that I alone held the power to approve or reject your proposal? Stan nodded. "I think she's right. This has to be some kind of fluke, right? Why would Ms. Bishop lie about her husband?" "Exactly! Just because he sees it that way doesn't mean Baron Inc. will agree! He has no right to dismiss our work like that!" Vernon said. "He thinks he's hot shit. Just wait till our proposals pass in the Forum. Then we'll shut this asshole up!" Lena chimed in.

"Are you insane? You're breaking up over this? You're being ridiculous. Fine, I'll just pick another day to propose." The warmth in his voice was gone, replaced by sharp impatience. He still refused to see it—how his thing with Cecilia had long since crossed the line. But admitting it? Not a chance. I was done arguing. He could think whatever he wanted. "Yeah, I'm being ridiculous," I said flatly. "So go find someone more understanding—like Cecilia."

“The Armani brothers. They sent a letter this afternoon indicating that they are interested in my pitch and asked if we can fix a physical meeting on Monday because they are travelling down to our country for business and would use the opportunity to see me. They asked me to craft a proper introductory proposal.” “Oh, that's wonderful news, Helena.” “Wonderful! Yes! The best news of the week? Double yes!” She shouted dramatically and then turned to me. “Maria, do you know who the Armani brothers are? They are like the Sebastian Bolt of their country. Sorry I had to bring his name up.” I gave her a small smile at the mention of Sebastian's name. “It's alright, Lena.” She bent and pecked my ch