Big Shots Novels & Stories

she said. Yuel chuckled. “We have Thirty-three percent of the shares now. If things go on well, we shall surpass them soon. Dave and Zack have a total of forty-two. If we try harder, we will be in control…” Sofia smiled. “You have really worked hard. Rising from zero to thirty-three is not a joke. I will make sure Zack learns a good lesson…” “But Sofia, I want to warn you again. I hope you are over that man. He might end up hurting you again if you think you could end up with him…”

I guess it's one of those is hot girls he had in school. in high school then Ryan was very popular and the girls loved his good looks and he had a very hot brain also. I got back to my desk and started signing the documents I had to sign, Emma was here with me but she was just looking at how well I have learnt my job and she was also correcting me wherever I needed help. she was helping me to go through some documents. hello, good day this is Smith's empire who may I help you? I asked the person on the other side of the phone

she said and walked away. Parth went to his group for going to the basketball court. This competition was important because it was going to be held among schools and colleges and the winner would get a chance to meet Tim Duncan, one of the best basketball players. He was working really hard to win this competition. It was his life-time goal to become the best player of the basketball. " Parth, come fast. Everyone already reached in the court. " Darsh told him and walked away running fast. Parth also followed him and reached there. They practiced for more than two hours. They got really tired, so stopped playing and gathered at a place, wiped their sweat.

Anthony sat as the new CEO and within a year of taking the reins of the business, the share price of the company rose. TO, A HAPPILY EVER AFTER >>>>>THE END<<<<<<

His confidence was effortless, and the way he held himself made it clear that he was accustomed to being watched and really didn't care. I kept my smile in place as we walked toward the entrance, my fingers resting lightly against his arm. Despite the cameras and the curious eyes following our every move, I felt surprisingly calm beside him. We entered the grand ballroom, a cavernous space filled with crystal chandeliers, live orchestral music, and D.C.'s most elite figures: politicians, military generals, and high-society tech magnates sipping champagne and conversing amongst themselves. Jade kept his hand anchored firmly against my back as we walked around the room.

Now that she was about to lose him for real, Lilibeth finally realized that the good-for-nothing impotent man she and Rosaline had so freely insulted had long become the pillar of her entire life. No sooner had she hung up than an unfamiliar number called. A calm, steady male voice came through when she answered. "Am I speaking with Ms. Lilibeth Saunders? I'm Ryan Carter, the attorney representing Mr. Josiah Gibson. I'd like to discuss the divorce proceedings between Mr. Gibson and yourself." "Divorce? He's really going through with it?" Lilibeth slumped to the floor as darkness swam before her eyes. "I won't agree to it! I'm not getting a divorce!"

"Could we ask you to turn that up a little, please?" "Sure. Hardly anyone ever wants to hear the news. We leave it on, though, just in case." He pointed a remote at the television and the sound increased just as the logo for the sports came on. Then the screen was filled with a huge picture of the last game of the championship series, the shot taken as Matt scored the winning goal.

After I transmigrated into a novel, my father, Richard Whitmore, was still every bit the scumbag he'd always been. The only difference was that this version of him had a face people couldn't help trusting. So of course, he ran off with the money. I was furious enough to step in when I saw him bullying a gorgeous younger man. Afterward, the man sat curled up in the corner of my couch, his eyes red as he looked at me. "I don't even have anywhere to stay now. Are you going to make me leave too? "I won't freeload. Just don't send me away." That kind of helplessness worked on me every time, so of course I brought him home. From then on, I looked after him and made sure no one could push him aroun

"You too." That is what he did. This is always so infuriating about Damian Knight. After working 14-hour days, he sometimes looked like he had just come out of the locker room. He wears a suit, no tie today, and the top button of his shirt is undone. It is so simple that it took years to create. "There are some people I would like you to meet," he said, already looking over my shoulder and looking around the room. "Edward Hart is with his daughter, who just joined the company and is the vice president of international acquisitions. I said to him, you...

I gripped the phone tightly and replied weakly, "Mom, Alex was shot. He's at your hospital. You need to come quickly…" Before I could finish, she cut me off with a scornful laugh. "Shot? Don't jinx Alex with such nonsense! He's perfectly fine, studying at the library. How could he possibly have been shot? If he doesn't do well on his exam, it'll be because you jinxed him!" Mom simply didn't believe me. It was exactly the same as what I'd heard in my previous life. "Mom, it's true! Alex really was shot! He's right outside the operating room of your hospital! There's so much blood…"