Attachments Novels & Stories

Ariane’s POV One day, as I sat on the porch, listening to the gentle whisper of the wind, memories of Leon came flooding back to me. Images of memories flashed through my mind—days of vision during our marriage that quickly turned into moments of tension. I took a deep breath, trying to push the images away. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A text message came in from Mark, who was at work, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. I quickly answered it, trying not to show that I was feeling anxious.

I glance back at Fiadh's tiny frame twice before taking my seat at the new table. "I will bring over your food. You three stay here. If you see a tall pink Kea walking with an even taller purple Kea, those are the other correspondents. Their names are Liamee and Tursa. I will return shortly," Baalee says and my eyes focus on my companions. Xiu seems uninterested in making even eye contact with me so I focus on Jia. "Krystal is nice," I say lightly trying to start a conversation. "Yeah. I can't wait to get to know her. She seems easy going," Jia replies while looking around at the room curiously.

But I couldn't. I took out my phone and messaged my mother if I could spend a few days with them. Without waiting for her response, I turn off my phone and start to work, in order to get my mind off the letter. And what was written in the letter? 'Next time, use the green' _____________________________ -VOTE- -COMMENT- -STAY SEXY AND SAFE-

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

he says passing it to me. “Who gave you this?” I ask before I open the note. “He said to tell you he was a friend. You have something he wants, and he wants it returned,” the human shares with us. I open the letter and see it is from Alpha Matt. “Where did he give you this?” I ask the human impatiently. “He handed it to me outside and paid me to deliver it to you,” the human replies now afraid.

A voicemail from Lila's dean at school. And one new email with the subject line: *From Sylvia, With Love* my finger hovered over the message. Then I tapped. The email contained three attachments: **A P*F of Damien's Dubai itinerary** (Flight logs. Hotel receipts. A 3:17 AM room service order for champagne and strawberries) **Security stills** (Damien entering Sylvia's suite. His hand on the small of her back. His mouth at her ear) **A screenshot of a text thread**

My phone buzzed on the desk between us. I looked at Nathan. Nathan looked at the phone. Neither of us moved to pick it up. It buzzed a second time. I picked it up. Unknown number. No preview. Only a message waiting to be opened, and a small notification banner that read simply, Attachment: 1. I opened it. There was no photograph this time. No composite. No long lens. Only a single line of plain flat text, from a man who had waited nine years to write it.

I came from a family of thick women, so I was definitely looking sickly. Resolved to straighten up my act, I washed my face off again and put a little blush on to add color to my face. I slipped on a sports bra and matching leggings before pulling on one of Sterling’s Howard tees. It still smelled like him, and I refused to wash it. I missed him so much. I even sprayed a little extra of his Armani Code cologne on it so that I could sleep peacefully. Before I could leave the bathroom to join my kids, my phone rang. I silently prayed that it wasn’t my mother before I looked at the screen. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was my best friend, Zabrena, calling.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

Good with the computer, a skilled driver and now this. Dale touched her, bed amazed at its comforting and bouncing texture which she felt when she sat on this. Then from her position her eyes hit a journal on the drawer which had the night lamp and some neatly piled up lotions. She opened it and at once understood what it was. The secret friend. Dale could recall she had one back then at the cottage, she knew it was associated with sorrow. She flipped towards the end hoping to find out if she would find the cause of her latest change in behavior. Dale stopped at the nude images of a male figure she saw, obviously cut out from pornographic magazines. Note writing amidst the series of paste