A Certain Someone Novels & Stories

*Shaun* As I leisurely sip my drink, a voice interrupts my thoughts. "Hi, are you waiting for someone?" I shift my gaze to the source of the voice… a rather handsome man. "Oh no, just trying to make sense of this party... Are all the attendees here part of the Institute of the uber-duber Mind? I half-expect them to start handing out pamphlets." "Pamphlets... Oh, that's what I forgot at home," he chuckles.

Why do I always fall for the wrong guy? Is it Stockholm syndrome? Well, Daniel isn't my captor though. Neither does he seem like the wrong guy. But he could be a wrong guy. This attraction can't be good. Not unless I know his secret. Eluding a sigh, memories of the incident flashed in my eyes. Who was that person on the phone call? Where did the person in the backyard go? I did see someone in the backyard. Who was he? Daniel's behaviour was also very odd. He seemed aware of something.

A simple diamond ring added to my finger. Just as I was about to get into the Barnes' car, my phone suddenly rang. It was Henry's cousin Emily. "Sarah, the engagement ceremony is about to start, where are you?" "Just arrived in Silverbrook Haven." "Come back quickly, there's still time!" "Come back for what?" My voice was calm. Emily was speechless for a moment. "Are you not thinking straight? If you don't come back and make a scene now, Henry will really become someone else's."

Couldn't get a single information about Adele or around her people correctly. "Someone?" I asked again. Someone could never be an answer. I wanted to know who was that someone. "Boss.... maybe Adam Ricardo. The new officer." No way! He knew it could never be. Or if it was then there might be some secrets of that police officer. "Neon Parker is the brightest name in fashion world. Do you think a police officer will be able to drag him here?" I pointed his own questions of his mind. That was the thing made me think harder and harder. Did that police officer have that much force?

He shrugged and said, "I do not know to be honest. I simply walk around and look for a decent place to take my lunch, and talk over with anyone who strikes up conversations with me. There are some guys who see me in there nearly each day, and they've started asking me things like 'what a decent looking young man, like myself, is doing in there, rather than out with my girl' or one thing else as silly as that. There is this one guy who has likes to fish, his name's Hannie and he is very well. He is solely out there sometimes tho', because he got a girlfriend, Jane something. He says he loves her; however I am putting a bet that they are going to break up sooner or later...sometime before this

What kind of men were they? He spent hours researching them, poring over articles, interviews, and social media profiles. Damon, the CEO, a financial titan with an ice-cold gaze. Elias, the enigmatic artist, his sculptures commanding astronomical prices, his interviews rare and philosophical. Kael, the athletic one, a former Olympian turned sports magnate, his smile a blinding flash. Three distinct personalities, yet all sharing that same dangerous aura, that same undeniable power. He memorized their faces, their public personas, trying to reconcile them with the faceless, primal forces that had consumed him. It was impossible. The public image was too polished, too controlled. The memory wa

“Maybe I don’t have the power… but I know someone who does.” “Who?” “Nathan Kings, I mean, Mr. Kings.” He’s the second thing that comes to mind after the police Her brows lifted slightly. “You mean the Kings?” she asked, disbelief creeping into her tone. “As in the biggest business figure in New York?” For a second, she just stared at me, and laughed, not in a kind way, and honestly… I couldn’t blame her because how can someone like me have access to someone like him. They’re all the same,” she muttered, “But how...”

Aiden So much pressure in the rooms now everywhere I see him. Every time I see him, songs play in my head. Is this what liking someone feels like, or do I want to fuck him. Come on, Aiden. This is a job, nothing more, focus! I need to stay away from this guy. Yes, he is hot. Yes, he has talent. Yes, his ass looks fantastic, and his body looks amazing while he plays tennis. Sweat glittering against the sun's rays. But it is just sweat, he is just a man, and it is just the lame sport of tennis. So I need to focus. Paycheck, money, the deal. I need to shake this off. Better yet, I need to go clubbing tonight when I get off work and hook up with someone.

I саn tеll аlrеаdу іt’ѕ something bаd. “Just tell mе.” I say іt ԛuісklу, рuttіng my fоrk dоwn. “Cаrrіе, Blаkе Anderson hаѕ mоrе thаn one соnnесtіоn tо thе rіng оf реорlе who wе thіnk hаvе Aрrіl.” I wait with baited brеаth while hе соntіnuеѕ.

This couldn’t be real…. This can’t be…. The CEO of this company is none other than…. THE MAN I HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH?!!