Attachments Novels & Stories

Anya said humorously. “What are you talking about?” I asked. Pointing towards my cup I read the little note on the side. ‘Call me’ followed by his number and a heart written next to the name Callum. Sasha and Anya just laughed at my blush. “Can not blame the guy you are smoking hot” Sasha added through sips of her coffee “don’t tell Indy I said that” she added quickly.

“And what would that be?” “I want your ledger.” Cutter laughed, struggling to stifle a cough. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Your black book. The ledger you keep locked away. The one that contains your club’s contacts, business associates, bank codes. You know the one I’m talking about.”

Hilton Hotels & Resorts, Holiday Inn, Nikko Hotels are some typical examples of hotel chains. 3.0 Dimensions of social media marketing Five dimensions are included in SMM: Interactive, electronic word of mouth (eWOM), trendiness, entertainment and customization (Kim and Ko, 2012). 1) Interactive means the “old-fashioned one-way communication is changed to interactive two-way direct communication” (Kim and Ko, 2012). This suggest that not only the merchant can receive the feedback that the customer provides, but also does the other (potential) customer. As a result, the business may promptly improve their products or services accordingly and other consumers could view the feedback as consult.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

<<38>> * Every tick on that clock is another chance to do it again. Do it your way. * **** " So are you done staring? Aiden interrupted his personal assistant from his stupor. " I... I am sorry, president. " He bowed his head. " It's okay... " " Here's your lunch, President... " He said, placing the lunch box on the table... " So what did you get? " " Hm... Some steak frites, chicken confit and french onion soup.."

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Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

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.

But there was something about the wedding ring—on my finger, on Eli's finger—that made it real in a completely different way. Marcus noticed immediately. "You got married," he said when he saw me Monday morning. "Yes," I said. "And you didn't invite me?" he asked. "It was very small," I said. "Immediate family only." "So I'm not immediate family," Marcus said, but he was smiling. "Next time, I'm on the list." By midday, everyone in the office knew. And the reaction was overwhelmingly supportive. The same people who'd been skeptical of the collaboration now seemed genuinely happy about the relationship.

Several people didn't wake up. We decided as a group to bury them underneath some branches in the edge of the forest. I counted twenty-seven bodies. What stood out to me was that they all had smiles on their faces, even in their still slumber. They looked so peaceful, I almost felt envious. One girl mumbled a prayer in a language I didn't recognize. She rested on her knees and closed each one of their eyes while she touched her forehead, sternum, and both of her shoulders in a specific order.