Astonish Me Novels & Stories

Because he always managed to put aside his jealousy. "Woi,Anjir, instead of opening the file Makkah, streaming dong!" "Allah is the Greatest!" exclaimed Hana, half-dead surprised, no, half-dead. Exaggerating greatly, like a marketing strategy. It tastes good, until you want to die, anjir, a strategy that is too exaggerated. "Uh, Lisa, come back?"

He had let it sink in then he told her his own name. "My name is Vishal Armeni and I'm pretty sure you know that I'm the owner of this penthouse suite. I'm also your boss." He told her calmly and watched as the look of horror crossed her beautiful face. Vishal chuckled as he saw her sink down to her knees without shame that she was naked. She looked up at him with her hands together in a praying gesture, entreating him for mercy. "I'm very sorry, Mr Armeni. I didn't intend to be found here in your shower. I should have known my bounds. I shouldn't have allowed my exhaustion to control me." She pleaded.

I hate this so much attention. “Deme, are you there?” Anastasia called out to me, forgetting that I’m still on the call. “Yes. I just can’t believe it.” “Believe it, girl, it’s the same inscription trending on the media.” She said, reminding me to tap on the link. And true to her words, it’s the same. Lots of comments and likes. “Four million likes? On I*******m? Just two hours ago?” “Yes, girl! Your man really outdid himself.”

She screamed when she saw me and this time I covered my ears she was so loud. “Knock it the fuck off!” I bellowed. My bellowing startled her. Her eyes widened, and she blinked slowly at me as her mouth fell open in shock. “Yes, the monster speaks and has sensitive hearing. It also has a name. It’s Asterion, by the way.” I said, stalking forward to sit at the table. She flinched as if I was stalking towards her. I’m not sure if she was more surprised when I spoke or that I had no intentions of touching her.

# 2) Little Angelic OBSESSION ❤️ Hello Everyone! My name is AMRUTA Chase Miller. You can call me Amee. I'm a super talented and unparalleled cutielicious five-year-old girl who is loved by everyone. Their eyes widened and their faces bloomed like a flower whenever anyone saw me and expressed my sincerity towards their love. I will send kisses to them. I know I'm cute and beautiful. So no need to fight. I don't like partiality that's why I love and care for everyone.

They are all looking at me in astonishment. “Damn.”

Ten minutes later, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up in front of me. Jamie Melford hurried out of the car and opened the rear door for me. He bowed slightly, his voice tinged with emotion. "Miss, welcome home." I gave a small nod and stepped inside. I slipped off my work uniform jacket and tossed it casually onto the wool carpet by my feet. As the city lights streamed past the window, everything that had just happened felt like some absurd dream—one that was quickly fading into the distance. Only then did I take out my other phone and dial my best friend, Cathy Thompson.

"What have you done?" Cassandra smiled, a slow and predatory curve of her lips. "Let's just say I have contingency plans of my own," she purred, her eyes glinting with a cold and unyielding determination. "If anything happens to me... if I disappear... everything you hold dear will be exposed for all to see. Your business deals, your clients, your dirty secrets. I've made sure of it."

I stutter, feeling so ashamed of how a single name has disrupted my senses, my whole body processes. “Oh, she's fine. We're expecting a baby.” A migraine hits me like a bullet. Kill. Me. “Wow!” The word came out more loudly than I expected. I need to pee. I need fresh air. “Um… Great. That's… great news. Congratulations.” I force a smile on my face, feeling so uneasy, hot. My chest hurts. I should be happy for him, but I'm not. It's over. No matter how I try to ignore it, deny it. It's truly over.

She felt so light and thin in his hold, like a fragile bird, her frame underscoring years of neglect. He smiled down at her, his expression warm. "Are you okay?" She nodded, blushing deeply, her hands resting briefly on his arm before pulling away shyly. "Yes... thank you." He looked around the mess, disbelief mingling with pity. No wonder she wanted to escape, this wasn't a home; it was a prison. The pity deepened, seeing her navigate it with quiet resilience.