Anon Pls Novels & Stories

homestay) for traditional hospitality services and these online booking applications could be the new threat to the hotel chains (Salvioni, 2016). Take Airbnb as an example. Airbnb describes itself as “a trusted community marketplace for people to list, discover, and book unique accommodations around the world” (Airbnb.co.uk, 2018). This self-positioning is a good representative of Airbnb’s greatest merits and what general hotel chains missed: personalization and diversity. Airbnb can provide authentic family hotel rooms so that the customer may truly experience local characteristics. Homestay also suits for customer that tends to make acquaintance with local residents. Moreover, if the acco

"Oh, okay. Thanks for keeping me company and checking on me. I know you don't accept thanks. Only God knows how much I owe you now." He chuckled, "Goodbye, Kris." "Bye, Lucian." He stared at me. "Don't call me that." "But it's your fucking na-" "To you I'm Angel. Nothing more." He smirked and I rolled my eyes, "I mean it." He added on a serious note. "Do you go about telling people what to call you?" "Nah, just you, baby." He winked and with that, he left. Not a bad way to end my day.

“Always straight to the point, Alpha Nero, but my Alpha is firm. We need that city and those supplies, and we’re willing to pay a good price.” “I don’t care about your price. We’re not trading weapons and you’re not getting your fucking hands on my city,” I growl, feeling Orion shift beside me. He’s always ready to back me up, and I know he’s itching for an excuse to put this Beta in his place. The Beta chuckles, shaking his head. “The offer won’t stay on the table forever.” “Good,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. “Because it’s not a negotiation. It’s a refusal.”

From the moment they drove through the giant gate, he'd memorised the name and description of the place. Nathan was making a recording on his wristwatch. Everything going on was being recorded and he hid the watch under his sleeve. Seeing they are cool, Lan asked “How about we talk as friends. I want to be your godfather, will you?” He asked. He wants to initiate a conversation and make the dudes relaxed. “You'll have to tell our mummy first. She will decide that” Nathan replied politely, his head bowed, fiddling with his fingers. There are a lot of bad people in the world, their mum has told them. They cannot decide who can be their friend.

That makes sense. “So what are you in here for?” I ask Veronica. “Setting my high school on fire.” I raise both my eyebrows. “What?” “Nothing. Nothing at all.” The brown-haired guy sitting beside her says placing his two hands on both her shoulders. “That’s Connor Lord. Age 21, Grade B. He’s in here for selling drugs. Like Lots of ‘em.” “That's it? Just selling drugs?” Do people go to behavioral management schools for that? “And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.”

Thanks again for giving my story a chance and please don't forget to drop a gem or a comment on how you think things are going so far! s. Jones

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

I sigh, coming to terms I'll never be a bed hopper. Quinn gives a sympathetic smile, and squeezes my shoulder. "Hey, it takes skill to have sex devoid of emotions." I toss my flannel pants at her. "You're such a skilled ho." *** Saturday comes at a crawl and I'm ready for mine and Max's date. I've made up my mind though, keeping things platonic and professional. I picked out blue shorts, a white tank top and a red and pink flannel button-up that I left unbuttoned.

I felt a sick sort of satisfaction knowing that I caught him looking. "Yeah," He sighed. He was bound to fall asleep soon enough anyways. He can't stay up to save his life." He glanced at his watch and raised his eyebrows. "It's only two in the morning." "Only? How long do you usually stay up?" "I pull all nighters all the time working on new apps and sh*t like that." "You make apps?" "Sort of. They're meh at best, but I like knowing that I can accomplish even meh. You know what I mean?"

He tossed me a set of keys as I followed Damon and Kano inside. “Some shit you just don’t believe unless you hear it yourself,” Maino said as he kicked a guy lying on the ground in front of him. “Come on, man. I told you to wait for us,” Kano complained. “You took too long, I got bored after they talked,” he said. “What we need to hear ourselves?” I asked. Beatz grabbed one of the other guys and made him face me. “Tell him who sent you,” he said. When he took too long to respond Kano hit him.