After Dust Sans Novels & Stories

“Charles, you and Olivia worked together to drain the Ferguson Group dry. You even planned to kill me. And you think you still have the chance to sue me?” Charles’s face turned pale. Panic flashed through his eyes, but he forced himself to stay calm. “I do not know what you are talking about. Olivia and I divorced years ago. There is nothing between us.” “Nothing between you?” Ethan grabbed the documents and threw them onto the floor in front of him. “Then what is all this? Did you really think you covered your tracks so perfectly that no one could uncover the truth?”

Well boys will still boys, just expose your skin and then you got the juice. "Thanks!" we both said Sancha. We just nodded and smiled. We finally got off the stage and went back to our old place. I even glance at Tyler. But he just glared at me with his piercing eyes. I turned my gaze to the bleacher and saw Marcus approaching. "Water?" aniya. He simply put his arm around me. I even smell the Lacoste brand on him. Well his Sandoval by the way. I accepted the water and opened it even though I knew it was reduced. I used to share some drinks before, and there is no problem with drinking like this.

Then, he casually tossed the stack of photos in front of Leah. Two naked male bodies intertwined on disheveled bed sheets, their positions too disturbing to look at. The angle of the shots was perfect, as if someone had deliberately taken them. Their faces were clearly visible. Dexter's face showed no signs of pain or fear. Instead, there was a look of almost indulgent pleasure.

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

Luca froze at my words, his electric blue gaze piercing me. Soon, he sighed, his glare suspicious again. "Please don't make jokes like that, Erin. Your mother's perfectly fine, so how could she just—" I laughed, cutting him short as I wheeled on him. "She would've been alive! The surgery was only 200,000 Euros! But your dear secretary rejected my request because family rules, and now she's dead! And you only ever think that I'm lying!"

My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the steering wheel. I just killed a man. Or maybe not. I didn’t know. Didn’t matter. I was officially screwed. My phone rang. Unknown number. I shouldn’t have answered it. But my brain wasn’t thinking. “Hello?” I said, voice trembling. A chuckle crackled through the line. “Running so soon?” It was Santos. I swallowed. “I’m not running. Just driving around town. Needed air.” “Air,” he repeated, amused. “Before or after you skipped out with my money?”

The acrid scent of burning wires hung thick. Natalie rose, coughing, scanning the damage. “All down,” Cassandra confirmed. “We got them.” “No backup power,” Adrian said. “We fried the whole system.” Natalie’s heart pounded in her chest. “That was the last of them.” But in her gut, she knew it wasn’t the end. Just a delay. Aftermath They surfaced an hour later, coated in dust and ash. Natalie stared across the dunes—empty and vast. “We’ve cut the snake’s head off twice now,” Cassandra said. “How many heads does it have?”

It's not for others to gossip about. "Especially not scum like you." — Dylan took me to the nearest hotel and got a room for me to rest in. He crouched down to remove my high heels, gently asking, "Were you scared just now?" I bit my lip, holding back tears, and slowly shook my head. With trembling hands, I lightly touched his face. This was our first eye contact after seven long years of separation. "Have these seven years been hard for you, Dylan?" I said each word slowly, almost breathless.

Daisy spoke while giving Charlotte a look of disgust. “Shocking aye, who knew that working out causes us to sweat”. “Men do not like women who look sweaty”. God how wrong she was, I loved the sight of her sweaty and wanted to be the cause of her sweat. I watched Daisy push her away while adding extra sway to her hips. God she was so delusional. I went back upstairs to wash her scent off me. When I got back downstairs Ryan was in the kitchen packing up a sandwich and placing it next to a coffee in a takeaway cup.

Khalid calmly replied. Then I noticed that his Daemon began to move, and the aura around Khalid increased, as if the dust in the room started to gather at a point near the door. The sensation I had was that sand was being created in that place, spinning in a way that seemed like a magic circle, a portal to some forgotten place that shouldn't be seen with common eyes.