Bad Sanses Novels & Stories

Sanam sighed loudly. "Then sell it to another?" Iqrar raised his voice. "Why shouldn't I give it back to Emir?" Sanam questioned, unable to understand Iqrar's irritation. Iqrar rolled his eyes, "Are you serious, Sanam? You are well aware that giving back Emir's company will raise a thousand questions from the public! Then how will you answer them? Will you tell them that 'I just wanted to win this company in the game and now that I am satisfied, I am leaving this company?' Are you just kidding me?!"

S and I decided to rebuild another bike in the hopes that we can finish it to give to Peter by Christmas since he recently confessed that he has always wanted one. Vander and Marissa ended things a month ago. I think that all the stress was just too much for them but they are still friends. Marissa and I met up and had a long talk when she and her mom came here after Billy was arrested. She and I are still close but we both feel guilty with each other and I'm not sure if our relationship will ever be the same. Marissa won't get any help and she isn't handling the situation well. She's drinking a lot and she told me that she is doing terrible in school. My heart breaks for her but I'm not sur

“Probably. Most of it is done already. A lot is just extra credit. I’ve been trying to just…kinda…stay busy, ya know?” Jaxsen nodded. He did know. “Do you like scary movies?” Basil asked as they read through the list of movies displayed behind the tellers. Jaxsen averted his eyes. “N-not really. B rated ones aren’t scary, but…” he shrugged. “But, um, if you wanna see one, we c-can.”

said Bastian, pensively remembering what Renata had told him. Bas. I am a woman who likes peace. I am a woman who is free and always surrounded by my friends and siblings. I am comfortable beside you, but I can never be calm every day. Your life is too scary for me, Bas. Every day, I have to feel anxious waiting for you to come home. Are you coming home okay or badly injured? How many enemies do you have, and how many people have you killed? I'm here alone, with a restless feeling all the time. I don't like it; I don't like the prison-like and suffocating life. The space for me to move feels so limited. Even though I feel comfortable next to you,

Especially when that dream had me feeling shit that didn't even make any sense to me. "You know, I heard dreams have certain meanings to them," Zach said as he stretched languidly in his seat. "I mean, if you dreamt about me..." He let the implication hang in the air and glanced over at me. He knew what he was fucking doing. It showed in his fucking eyes. "Well, I didn't," I snapped. He was getting on my fucking nerves. And he knew it. The bus pulled into a speedway and drove up next to one of the pumps.

he said. "WHAT!???" All heads snapped in her direction, and she clenched her teeth dropping her ass back on the chair as she apologized softly. "Is it bad?" Harrison asked hesitantly. "Do you hate bikes? If you do, I won't take you on it, so you don't have to worry-" "Dude... I f*cking love bikes. Bikes are my only true love. I have a BMW M 1000 RR. Which one do you have?"

His eyes followed every moving vehicle but his mind was far, far away from his body and the consequence of that action reflected quite enormously by the bulge in his pants. At such random times and more often than he'd like (sometimes being triggered and sometimes not), a certain image from two years ago would always pop up in Gabriel's head without so much of a warning or any sort of prelude. During meetings with business partners or associates or while having dinner with his family, even more times than he could count, the naked image of a certain woman would suddenly flash across his mind and have him disoriented for the rest of the day.

一Mom, it's me, I'm talking to tell you that we're arriving, alive. 一Thank God, how is it there? it's nice? Fabiana, ask if there are no wild animals... They have to be careful. I smile at the crazy things mom says. 一Everything is very beautiful, it's a bit cold. I don't think there are any wild animals, and when I'm in the cabin I won't be able to call you because there's no signal. 一how is there no signal? What if something happens there? how will they communicate? I'm not liking this, Fabiana.

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"