A Million To One Book Novels & Stories

Aaron said with irritation and desperation visible in his voice. “51–49.” MJ suddenly spoke up, and the room went silent. “51-49? That is daylight robbery!” Aaron shouted. "It is a fair deal considering the fact that your company is unorganized for starters." She gestured at the extra files and the tray with more glasses than bottles of water, and the ones that were already handed out. “What? That is crazy!” Aaron yelled.

We had arrived just before two, had showered and were getting ready to go to bed after deciding to grab some water together and chat in the living room. Milo had shown herself to the guestroom minutes later, and after a while, I went to my bedroom then put on my favourite red silky pyjamas. -Alone at last!- I smiled, and then I flipped my tied hair over my shoulders then plopped my body on the bed. I opened my bedside drawer and removed my favourite hard covered book, it had a deep purple hardcover with brown vine-like structures in the book. The title of the book was, 'My Last Wish'.

“Number of sexual partners?” “Well I've only had a couple of dildos, turns out the latex ones are very sturdy” she replies smiling and Daniel lets out a laugh. Ayden stands up in annoyance and breaks the good mood in the room. “This is not a fucking game, Miss Arya” says the millionaire threateningly. “Get out.” “No, wait, I was just kidding” she clarifies seriously. “I said, what, get out!” he punctuates each word and slams the table.

Third-person POV "Mr. Martin, what are we supposed to do? The reporters have surrounded the building. They're just waiting for you to go downstairs!" Lucius sat on the sofa, his expression so dark it looked ready to kill. "Have you found out who leaked it?" The secretary hesitated. "It's probably… Mrs. Martin. After all…" After all, the only person who knew about all one hundred of his affairs was Adele. Deep down, Lucius already had his suspicions. But hearing it confirmed still made his anger explode. He smashed the glass in his hand.

I got call from one of the leading as well as prestigious publishing house of Singapore, and they called me up on for the meeting and there I came to know about the fact that they want to print 1 million copies of this book as its CEO has loved the book, and he wants this book to reach in every nook and corner of the world and hence they offered me to sign contract with them with providing me about 40% of the royalty which I'll be getting from the book when it gets printed and is sold by them Even I also got happy that this single book just changed my life from hell to heaven within just one month of its publishing, and so I also signed the contract with the company and to company's surprise

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

Freya's anger carried her straight to her father's study, her heels striking the polished floors like hammer blows. She threw open the heavy wooden doors, ready for battle. The scent of leather and old books – usually so comforting – now felt suffocating. "How dare you use David to manipulate me! After everything he did—” Mr Peterson Hart didn't even look up from his desk. Instead, he simply pushed a document toward her, the paper sliding across the smooth surface of his massive desk. The casual gesture stopped her mid-sentence.

These are deliberate, carefully masked double entries written into the books long before he ever met Victor Hale, long before the shop started failing, and long before his affair began. I look up at Damien, my fingers tightening around the edge of the old notebook. “Damien,” I say, my voice dropping into a sharp, focused register that makes him instantly lean forward. “What is it?” he asks, his dark eyes narrowing as he looks at the open page in my hands.

"It is only one percent. If you ask me to give up now, I cannot accept it. I will pay any price. Just give me one more chance." I gave it to him. But the price was his life. After ten years, his body had long been drained dry.