All That Moves Us Novels & Stories

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

They boarded a ship and drifted downstream toward Canmir in the south. Neither of them had ever been there before. They only heard that Canmir had recently been struck by famine. After three days and nights of sailing, their ship finally reached Canmir. The terrain in Canmir was rugged and steep. The mountains stretched on endlessly too. The moment Selene and Fenric disembarked, they were struck by the sight before them. In the distance lay vast green plains, and at the edge of the plains were towering, snowy white mountains. Everywhere in the streets and alleys were objects related to religion belief. When they passed by the Matron Abbey, they heard the continuous stream of prayers inside.

From strangers to partners to parents to entrepreneurs. From one night to forever. Always together. Always dancing. Always choosing each other. The opening moves of our company. Our future. Our everything. Perfect.

The Willow Creek site was a skeletal remain of a bygone era. The old textile mill, a sprawling complex of weathered red brick and rusted iron beams, stood waiting for a second life or a final demolition. For Clara, the site was a canvas of untapped potential, a place where history could be preserved; for Elias, it was a complex puzzle of structural failures and safety hazards. The morning mist clung to the damp ground as they stepped through the perimeter fence, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under their heavy boots the only sound between them.

Sharon smile warmly at her, to convey her that she is fine with her question *** Drum rolls, all the chattering stop and after some minutes, Gordon stand up from his seat for his speech. “Throughout this memorable day I have been uplifted and sustained by the knowledge that your thoughts and prayers were with me. I have been aware all the time that my peoples, spread far and wide throughout every continent and ocean in the world, were united to support me in the task to which I have now been dedicated with such solemnity.

Mr. Reed, in high spirits, explained everything to me. "It all came crashing down. Ever since your people left, she's been without any real talent on her team. Charles hired people who didn't know the technical side of things, and the third-party outsourcing company took the money and ran. Now, the creditors are coming after them because of the collateral they put up. Susan's in a bad spot. Lucky for you, you're not the one left to clean up her mess!"

"You don't get to decide what's best for me. I do that. You don't get to decide if I can love you or not because no matter how much you say, I will always love you. If I should've moved on from you, I would've by now, Justine" "But there's no one for me but you. Do you not realize that? I don't care what's your age, you're priceless to me. And so is Cole. He is your kid and that's all that matters to me. I'm lucky enough to have as much as I've had with you in these past few months than I've my entire life"

I looked so out of place that no one would believe that I was actually friends with Amelia. Amelia was waiting by the main gate when I got there. She yelled my name as usual and proceeded to hug me, as usual. She told me to get into her huge black jeep. Like the poor person I am, I gawk at the the car, taking in every single detail. Amelia giggles and gestures me into the car. I freeze up, unable to move closer to the car. Amelia had to drag me into the car, or a security officer carried me into the car, I'm not sure which one. But when I came to, I was already sitting on the leather seats. I wanted to rub my butt against the seat but I didn't want Amelia to feel embarrassed so I refrain fro

"I hope you won't let personal feelings ruin a win-win situation for both our companies." "Win-win? Are you serious?" a man's voice cut in sharply. A second later, I felt the pressure on my arm ease. Then, I turned and saw Ian. He confidently hooked his arm around mine, eyed Harry with barely concealed disdain, and drawled, "You must be her ex-husband. No offense, but have you really not figured it out yet? "A corporation like the Simpson Group doesn't 'win' anything by working with a small company like yours. That's not a partnership. That's charity.

He suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and looked around, finding nothing. Then he lifted his small hand and waved at my photo. Something inside me became quiet, as if I had finally set everything down. Maybe it was time to leave. I went behind Mom and hugged her from the back the way I used to when I was little. Mom's body suddenly trembled as if she had felt something. She turned around sharply. There was nothing there. Only a thread of wind drifted in from the doorway, stirring the white daisies on the memorial table. The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye.