Accs Book Novels & Stories

Victoria reached out, her trembling hands handing the portfolio case that contained the original designs to Adrian. "I need to help your friend at Lloyd Corporation. This is fair, to wipe clean the accusation James has, along with Cox Corporation, hurled at them. These will prove just how innocent they are. Adrian stared at her, momentarily speechless. The woman he married to escape the chaos of her family was now unknowingly helping him protect his company and reputation. “Thank you, Victoria,” Adrian said softly, his voice sincere. “My friend at Lloyd Corporation will be so grateful for this. You’re doing the right thing.”

"My interior design firm was doing perfectly fine before your mother dug up some archaic legal clause from fifty years ago." "Your firm was three weeks away from foreclosure because your family’s board ran the parent company into the dirt," Vivian corrected smoothly, her tone entirely devoid of empathy. "My family is throwing yours a lifeline. You marry me, the merger goes through, and your little art studio stays funded. It’s simple math." "It's my life, Vivian. Not a balance sheet." "In our world, Avery, everything is a balance sheet." Vivian took a slow sip of her drink, her gaze scanning the room with detached efficiency. "Get used to it. The press is turning our way. Smile."

I'm reviewing a math practice test the night before the college entrance exam when I spot a chunk of red text that shouldn't be there. "At 10:00 pm, your sister's classmate, Britney Lowe, will come to your house asking to stay the night. She'll say she had a fight with her parents and has nowhere else to go." "At 2:00 am, she'll sneak into your room, then call the police at dawn and accuse you of assaulting her." "The police will arrest you, and you'll be sentenced to three years in prison. Your younger sister, Lizzie Brown, will become the target of school gossip, and unable to face the online bullying, she'll jump to her death." I frown as I read it, assuming it's some kind of prank.

She gasped, her eyes widened, “Oh my. Aurora you’ve not done anything with this person have you??” I could sense the dread lurking around in my heart, I sat upright, eyes blinking rapidly as I stuttered, “Wh…what do you me—what do you mean by that?? Why…why are you asking if I…if I’ve done anything.” Mrs Ackerman left for a moment and then returned with a book. It had a nice blue velvet finishing, one which clearly showed it carried unnatural information. I felt a lump form in my throat as she propped open her glass case, then she opened up to a page and started to read,

The book is the visibility of what was already there. Don wrote in his journal that night. He wrote: The third book is complete. Eighteen years of the arrangement. Three books. The three books are not three separate arguments. The three books are one argument in three movements. The Inside Account: what the accumulation produced in me. The Ground Keeps: what the accumulation produced in the estate. The Emergent World: what the accumulation produced between us.

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"Honestly, being here is nice, I guess, if you like unlimited room service and constantly being followed by handsome, brooding guards, which, seriously, is a whole other issue." ​I glanced toward the door, knowing Charles and Liam were listening to every ridiculous word. "Like, I accidentally spilled coffee this morning, and before I could even grab a napkin, I had a wolf at my door asking if I needed a security detail for the mop! It’s too much attention, you know?"

“Wait here, I’m going to give you something that will help you relax.” Before I could make a protest, she was gone out of my sight. Girl number eleven was now too close to Ace, as if she wanted to sit on her lap. She kept nudging for his biceps, rubbing her arms against Ace’s from time to time. Ace seemed to be oblivious of the lustful stares he was getting from the girls flocking around him. “Got it” Karen came back catching he breathe with three books in her hands. “Here.” “What am I going to do with these?” grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’

Three rotating positions now, no face yet. I forwarded it to Nikolai without comment and went to work. Around midday I found Ace in the library. He had pulled three books off the shelf and was reading the back covers one after the other. "Finding anything useful," I said from the doorway. He looked up. "Depends on what useful means." "Are any of them interesting." He held one up. "This one is about the history of organised crime in Chicago. I feel like that is either very relevant or deeply ironic given where I am standing."

I finally asked, eyeing his laptop. Ace looked at me seriously, he gave the surrounding a scan before leaning into whisper. "The owner of the book belongs to Kappa."