A Certain Someone Novels & Stories

He paused for a moment, “But … I know someone who can help you.” Angela finally turned her head. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “You mean? Who?” Nathan gave a faint smile. He didn’t answer right away. His gaze was calm. Full of a confidence he hadn’t shown before, “Someone who … even Uncle John can’t meet.” Angela’s eyes widened, “You mean … HC?”

"I will now tell you everything that you need to know." Three people are gathering in this room, a glass wall separating them from the rest of an office filled with people. A woman and a man sitting in front of another man's desk. This man is a famous detective by the name of Vanity Brown. A title that he gave himself to make himself seem like a crazy person to most, helped him not be noticed by unwanted people. A man who has been following the entire situation between everyone in the hotel since he was nineteen years old.

He stumbled into the kitchen, where he nearly collapsed on the counter stool. “Not that I’m stating the obvious, Nate, but you look like one of the mummies we dug up on our last exhibition,” Bibi poured the coffee. “I feel like one, too. Did you see the woman wearing the California Syracuse t-shirt last night I was talking to? I know her name is Anna. She’s a friend of Elaine, one of the attorneys from the law firm I testified for, and she’s a basketball fan, but that’s all I know.” “You didn’t get her phone number? Nate, you are really losing your touch.”

Rhian Monteclara, a lively and charming 25-year-old entrepreneur, is the face behind the popular fragrance brand Glam Perfume—known for its tagline: "One scent, one story." Her magnetic presence easily captures attention wherever she goes. People are often drawn to her confidence, but some become unexpectedly put off once they see her bubbly and playful personality.

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

she smiled at him "how about you?" "Well"he took her hand without any intentions of letting go and immedistely a feeling which could be desxribed as a series of electric shocks and sparks ran through her and she shivered unconsciously. He said " My name is Nacen and I'm here to meet someone close and special to me" he said staring directly at her.

-"Does it matter who I'm?" -"Well, if you want me to help your friend, yes, it does." He says in a heavy accent. -"I am someone." I didn't want to disclose who I was, not till I figured out who this person was. -"You wouldn't say! So, Someone, what does your friend need?" -"He was poisoned by a rotting birdlike monster poisoned and is dying. This is something we have never seen before, so can you help, or not?" The line goes quiet for a moment.

Marc said just as the stranger reached the pair. She set her drink on the bar and said, “Hello Tom. Nice to meet you.” “It’s very nice to meet you too. I’ve heard many good things about you this semester,” Tom said. His voice was deep but where Marc’s was smooth, his was rough. She wasn’t sure but Eve detected some sort of accent. Eve looked over at Marc. The large smile on his face intrigued her. “Really?” she asked. The news that Marc had mentioned her to this other man surprised and pleased her.

The next day, a colleague handed me two movie tickets. I was told that a new movie was released recently and that it was worth watching. “You and Camelia should go. It’s a sweet romance, perfect for you two!” The colleague winked at me, then turned back to their work. I thanked them and hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Camelia. The phone rang for a long time before the call was connected. “Waylon, what’s the matter?” Camelia’s gentle voice came through.

“We heard your experience this morning. You bumped into Simon!” “Simon?” Ann was confused. “So, he is Simon?” “Yes, him,” a man in a deep blue shirt said. “The notorious CEO of Santorini Group, also known as The Unattainable.” “Why is he called The Unattainable?” Ann asked. “Because he owns everything. He is young -- only 30 years old, handsome, tall, and rich. Everyone would fall for him. But, no one could dare own him,” the brown-haired lady said.