Attached Novels & Stories

I set down the hand weights and walked to the bench-press. I loaded the amount of weight I wanted and laid flat on my back. Tuck stood close by as my spotter in case I needed help. I lifted the weight bar and closed my eyes so I could concentrate on my next set of reps, but all I could see were her big brown eyes. I sighed heavily as Tuck looked at me concerned. Her eyes looked pained as if they were calling out to me. They begged to be rescued but mostly they longed for understanding, love and affection. As I completed my last set of reps Tuck helped me return the weight bar to its resting place. I sat up and instantly felt regret for letting her go. I was an idiot for giving her the cold s

"Please, Elijah, try to understand my point. What you want is not possible." "If I'm not answering, then you should know I'm not interested in conversation. Do I need to teach you basic manners?" Tears filled her beautiful cat-like eyes, sparkling like diamonds. "I'm sorry," She apologized in her broken tone. She sounded defeated and helpless. Whatever they fought must be something big, but who cares? Before Elijah could say anything, Kendell's phone rang. She grabbed the phone from the table which was lying beside her breakfast plate before checking the collar ID.

Almost. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

I heard the voice of a woman say downstairs. The front door was just below my window, so I could clearly hear everything said. "Yes, yes, that would be me. How may I help you?" He said, with a very fake friendly voice that made me feel like screaming in pain and frustration. How dare he pretend to be a good person after what he had just tried doing to me? How dare he pretend to be nice? "Well, I'm your dear late wife Jisoo's good friend. My name is Mrs Tara Lawson. May I come in?" She said, her voice cheerful.

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

Inside, nestled on black silk, wasn’t a piece of jewelry. It was a butt plug. A small, elegant note was attached. “You know the right place to stick it in, pet.”

In front of people who worked with us daily and would have immediate opinions about the fact that Adrian Chen was sitting unusually close to the creative director. Marcus noticed immediately. "Everything good with the campaign?" he asked, and his tone suggested he was asking about something completely different from the campaign. "Everything's excellent," I said. "Eli and I have developed a really strong collaborative rhythm." "So I've noticed," Marcus said, and he smiled in a way that suggested he'd been waiting for this moment for quite a while. During dinner, Eli maintained easy conversation with the team. But occasionally, his leg would brush against mine under the table. Or his hand wou

Adrian intended to ensure it lasted a little longer this time. A soft vibration at the edge of his desk caught his attention. He picked up the phone, noting a message from one of his analysts: “Potential asset movement in adjacent sector. ETA thirty minutes.” Adrian’s lips pressed into a firm line. He already had plans for that. He typed rapidly, sending encrypted instructions, his mind moving faster than any heartbeat could keep pace.

Bright