Barbaric Proposal Novels & Stories

The waiter came back with our drinks and gently set them down before leaving. Robert took a deliberate sip of his espresso, then broke the silence. “I’d like to make you a business proposal, Beatrice.” I raised an eyebrow. “A business proposal?” Of course, he smirked and nodded. “A three times your current salary one.” I blinked, blindsided entirely. “Excuse me?”

“What kind of a proposal?” I asked Baren as I moved around my desk to examine the stack of papers that were now stacking up due to the lack of time I have been spending in the office. “Unofficially I feel he wants an alliance.” Baren said with a raised eyebrow. “Why would he want an alliance with me? I’m nothing but a rouge.” I said to Baren as I sat in my office chair crossing my arms.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

Roman, who had been silent thus far, watched the exchange with a piercing gaze. “I’d suggest you counter my proposal instead of resorting to cheap shots,” I fired back, my tone calm but cutting. “Unless you don’t have one?” Ethan bristled, flipping open his folder and presenting a proposal riddled with overly optimistic projections. “This plan ensures quicker returns by focusing on urban centers with higher insurance coverage. It’s straightforward and avoids unnecessary expenditure on outreach.”

Just like that, the once glorious company building was cordoned off with barricade tape. "With this, we're square, Hayden," I thought.

"Aria, if this makes you uncomfortable—if anything about it feels wrong—you can tell me. I'll shut it down." I stared out the window, phone clutched in my hand, suddenly speechless. He was asking if I was happy. But the truth was, I didn't even know the answer. *** Kane's POV Back at the office, I had just sat down when Baron walked in with a stack of files. "Sir, ACE sent over their proposal with the contract details." He placed the file in front of me. I flipped through a few pages, my lips curling into a cold sneer. "They're treating Aria like some secret weapon now. Think dangling her will earn them better terms?"

Elizabeth's typically calm demeanor is breaking under pressure. It irritates her endlessly. She wants to be professional and avoid letting it affect her. But it does. The tipping point occurs at a big meeting. Elizabeth offers a fresh approach that has been her vision for several weeks. But Karin's voice pierces the room as soon as she finishes. Though a bit naive, an "interesting proposal" begs questions. You are requesting more than is reasonable without knowing the basis. It is a difficulty on purpose. Everybody in the room notes it.

“You destabilised it.” Elara nodded. “Opposition would have given it gravity,” she said. “Questions give it friction.” Her phone buzzed again. Alessandro. 'They asked me to endorse the protocol,' he wrote. I said no. Elara felt a quiet steadiness. Did they listen? she asked. 'They heard,' he replied. That’s different. She smiled faintly. By evening, a counterproposal emerged, this one slower, messier, undeniably distributed. Elara read it carefully.

she said, “As I said earlier, I'm not here for violence” Barbara said, and she sips her wine, and she continues speaking, “I'm a big girl, Im pregnant for Mr Benson, but I don't need the baby, let's strike a deal on this pregnancy” she said, and she smiles, “How do you want me to believe that the pregnancy Is for my husband?“ Mrs Benson asked, “You don't need to doubt my words, I'm truly pregnant, and I want you to adopt the baby legally” Barbara said,

“Drink up and tell me what the council said.” Becca slid onto the barstool across from Lyssa and picked up her drink. “You don’t want to know. Their suggestions ran the gamut from the surreal to the ridiculous.” “C’mon. How bad could they be?” Lys asked. Becca lifted her glass and took a sip. “Bad.” “Try me.” “One proposal suggested capturing males from a rival clan or setting traps for humans hiking in the Pine Barrens.” Lyssa snorted into her wine, coughing.