After Dust Sans Novels & Stories

He stays looking towards the waitress, ignoring her request. "I've already got that figured out," he replied "What drink is it, Mr Dasher?" she asked. He squints, his eyes mockingly pretending to think very hard before taking a deep breath. "Normally you would go for gin with something fruity raspberry or cranberry maybe but you aren't in that kind of mood, it is too refreshing, too made for summer. I think the red wine, specifically the Chateau Des Bardes will do that for you. Close?" he asked.

There was something about her that I couldn't lay my finger on a bit I was determined to find out. ************************ Ashley -Master. I've gotten a job at his company as planned and I'm going to try and find about his plan which might be a little difficult because he's a little closed off but I promise to try and earn his trust as soon as possible. I found out he has a friend who is an agent. Orders on what should be done about him would be needed because he's bound to snoop around which might hinder my work and stop me from communicating with you especially. -A.

“Mr. Fuller… Ms. Anderson’s missing! The door to the basement was open. We don’t know who saved her!” “What?” Brandon smashed an ashtray on the floor. He clenched his fist. “Look into it now! If you can’t find the person, you might as well be dead!” “Alright…” The assistant trembled as he left the office.

he cried. I stopped walking and looked at the man who had once been the untouchable prince of Saphira's elite circle. Now, he was nothing more than a mad beggar without an ounce of his former dignity. I felt neither sympathy nor satisfaction at his downfall. The only thing left was a sense of peace, as I had completely let go of the past. I said, "Live well, Wayne. Carry the debt you owe me and spend a long life in the damning swamp you've created for yourself."

"We couldn't reach you, Mr. Johannson. Please look at Ms. Ziegler's announcement. She's revoked all authorization for the cosmetics patents!" "All factories have stopped production now. Clients have been calling nonstop, demanding deliveries." "Please make a decision soon, Mr. Johannson. With a production line this huge, we'd be losing millions even if we stopped production for a day." The latest messages from the finance department included a link. "Mr. Johannson, Ms. Ziegler just released this. People online are talking about your… affair now. Several of our other projects have already been suspended." Christian clicked on the link, and it led to the most popular post online. The title rea

Anderson Entertainment Tatum’s POV “What do we have to talk about now?” I muttered, already dreading whatever mess this was. I had just hung up on my father. I needed a break—my head was spinning, and I couldn’t focus on the screen anymore. I stood and headed to the breakroom for warm water, hoping it would calm me. It didn’t. A call from my father always meant one of two things: trouble or something about the company. When closing hour finally arrived, I packed my things with a heavy sigh and headed to the parking lot. I got into my car and drove to my father’s mansion. Inside, I found him, my stepmother Anita, and my stepsister Clara already waiting in the living room.

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

Now, he looked like a man hollowed out. Elijah was completely drunk and didn't even notice there were two extra people in the house. Before long, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photo album as tears streamed down his face. He mumbled, "Fran, I miss you... You didn't leave me anything at all. Hardly anyone in this world remembers you anymore… I'm starting to think this was all just a dream of mine." "If it weren't for that document you left behind... Our child..." I heard Xander's breathing grow a little heavier and quickly reached out to comfort him.

*Dust* I guide River back to his room, his arm slung around my shoulder, each step a reminder of how fragile he is right now. I can feel his warmth against me, but it’s mixed with the chill of the reality we’re facing. The words echo in my mind ‘death to the princess.’ I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all some horrible mistake. Surely, they meant someone else. I’m just Dust, an ordinary girl caught in this extraordinary mess.

Amelia took a deep breath, answered the call and put it on speaker mode. “Hello?” The caller remained silent for a few seconds before his voice sounded through a voice changer, sharp as metal rubbing against metal, “Hope you’re having a pleasant night, Ms. Sinclair.” Amelia’s knuckles turned white from gripping her phone too hard. “Don’t panic. We just want to have a chat with you,” the voice went on before chuckling sinisterly. “We want to talk about Stardust 3’s propulsion system that you’ve been debugging, as well as its fuel ratio and thermal protection parameters. Of course, if it’s not a convenient time now, we can make a trip down in person.”