Argost Secret Saturdays Novels & Stories

] I sat in my bright, spacious corner office, sipping premium roast coffee while watching the circus. The timing was perfect. I texted my PR Director: [Do it.] Five minutes later. Silver Moon Group's official account posted a video. No background music. Just cold, hard facts. Part one: My identity. The ancient crest of the Arkin family, along with my detailed ID from the trust fund. Caption: [I am Aurora Arkin. And Jasper Thorne, founder of Thorne Industries, was my mate.] Part two: Financial proof. Complete bank statements showing I single-handedly pumped nearly thirty million dollars into Thorne Industries.

Arga, it turned out, was enormously curious about everything Nikau — from how we met, to the meaning of every charm on my rose gold bracelet, which had just gained its sixth: the spiral shell from Lombok. We shared all of it, of course, in a version strictly censored of adult content. The next day, Nikau went back to his apartment to handle some work. On Arga's second day home, after lunch together, my son settled onto the bar stool beside me with a glass of juice. "So," he opened. "Nikau." "Yes." "How long, Ma?" "A few months." I watched his face closely, reading the micro-expressions. "You're really okay with this, Ar?"

“Deviana, wait a moment!” Arga’s voice rang out clearly in the dimly lit hotel lobby, blending with the murmur of the city night. Deviana turned, her brows furrowed. “What now, Arga?” Arga gave a faint smile, holding his breath as if summoning courage. He pulled a small box from his pocket and stepped closer. “I… I have something for you. A gift.” Deviana frowned. “A gift? Do you think giving me a gift will make me forget everything?”

He stops next to her parents and places his hands on their shoulders. “Argento Sixth,” he says, referring to the name of their brand. “Care to explain this?” As Sage says those words, he throws what seems to be a slimline voice recorder in between them, and what we hear next has me bristling with anger. //“Hmmm, that’s all good and well, but what will you do once he discovers Cherie didn’t win any of her fights without your help? She’ll probably die in her first legal fight.”//

“Clara, if it’s that much, then you have to be my secret woman. I don’t want a pay-per-visit arrangement.” Trey spoke with irritation at her greed. “Secret woman?” Clara repeated softly. What difference would it make? It was still selling herself all the same. Her sweet and delicate face lifted to look at him. “How long?” “How about a year, in exchange for 10,000 ?” Trey thought only briefly before giving his answer. ‘10,000 for a year… that’s about 800 a month.*

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

he said, gesturing to my remaining three shots. I rolled my eyes, taking another shot to steady myself. “Just another man here to steal the night away with his charm. How original.” It was a holiday weekend, which explained why the club was so packed. I’d completely forgotten when I’d decided to come out tonight, and now I was regretting it slightly as I realized I’d probably spend the rest of the evening fending off drunk men who thought proximity equaled consent. “Is there some sort of celebration?” he asked, ignoring my dismissive tone. His voice was closer now and when I glanced over, I realized he’d leaned in to be heard over the music.

Bella Pov Nathan turned five on a Thursday. We planned the party for Saturday so people could actually come. I kept it small because that was what made sense and because a big party felt like performing something neither Damian nor I were ready to perform. A few of Nathan's preschool friends and their parents. My mother. Tanya and Malik. And Damian.

The moment we stood under the same shower head, his hands started wandering over my body. "What are you doing?" Ever since his performance had started to decline, he rarely did anything this intimate with me. His initiative tonight caught me off guard. "Today's our anniversary. We should do something meaningful, shouldn't we?" His voice was so gentle that it made me feel deeply guilty. I had already been with Leonard twice that day and was exhausted. I did not want to do it again, but I could not bear to refuse Garrett, so I tried to muster up some energy.

Why are they always talking in code words? Oh I’m tired already. I quickly took the elevator and went to the second floor as the receptionist guided me. Walking to the right corner of the floor, I found a cabin with the name plate, Rucia solon on the gate. “Hello Mam. I’m here for the star assistant Job. Can I come inside?”Knocking the gate I waited for the command to come from inside. “Yes, sure.” My feet went into the cabin as soon as I heard a lady speaking.