Blain's Black Friday Ad Novels & Stories

Maybe you’re trying to make up for it,' my wolf, Blaze, murmurs. I ignore him. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. The auctioneer’s voice cracks while poking his finger in one of his ear. “Pardon me sir… are you sure you said ten million dollars?” “You heard me.” I inhale slowly, letting the cigarette burn between my fingers. “Unless your ears don’t work.” Suddenly, a ripple of shock, fear, and disbelief tears through the crowd... “It can’t be—” “Who?!” “Shawn Black—”

Matthew ended the call quickly. “Yeah, text me or something… Why didn’t I think of that? Ugh whatever, I should send my address to her.” With the technology nowadays, he didn’t have to write down his address, all he had to do was just send his current location via a mapping app to Rose. With that done, he went upstairs. Upon reaching the next floor, he suddenly received a notification. He checked it out. “A new game is on sale right now! Only 500 000 copies! Free one day shipment! First comes first serve!” Matthew read aloud what the notification said. “...”

Adrian: “My daughter doesn’t need saving, but if someone disrespects her, make it look like an accident. You understand me?” Adrian: “The words 'limited edition' mean you're not sleeping until my daughter owns it. If Freya says she’s 'just window shopping,' cancel your afternoon plans.”

-EMILY- The screeching sound of the newspaper vendor’s old bicycle made me curl up from the bed, walking out with my pajamas to meet him. My father had made it an obligation for me to pick up the newspaper from the vendor. Though he could read the papers through his electronic mail or on several magazines websites, he still concluded on it. I had seen this as a waste of silver pennies, which could accumulate into something better over the years, but his response each time made me wonder if truly it was worth it.

Bryar walked into the room and Blakeley hurriedly took the paper from Bryan and hid it. “What is going on?” She asked and Bryan didn't give a response, he looked at Blakeley one last time before walking out of the room. “What was that about?” Bryar asked and Blakeley smiled. “Nothing. Ignore him. What do you need dear?” Blakeley asked and Bryar smiled. “I was watching the television now and an advert popped up. It was a clothing brand and they have cute outfits for children. I want one.” She said and Blakeley nodded.

It was a notification from I*******m. Tapping it, my stomach dropped. My voice came out strangled, high and tight. “Oh God.” Adonis’ head snapped up. He cocked his head to the side. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What is it, love? Spill.” I swallowed hard, not fully believing what I was seeing. Then I started reading out loud, my voice faltering as I scrolled: “The Anderson Company presents: Flash Pop-Up! Exclusive launch, one day only! Prices slashed. Pay half price on all selected labels. Trust us: You don’t want to miss this.”

What I do instead, which Callum will later describe as the most expensive and visible way to not attend an event he has ever witnessed, is purchase advertising space during the premiere's broadcast window. Not Sterling Industries advertising. Not a corporate campaign. A single thirty-second spot, during the highest-viewership window of the awards-season telecast being broadcast the same night as the premiere, which is the window Vivian's publicist confirmed in a press release two weeks ago as the broadcast most of her professional community will be watching. The spot is simple. Black screen. White text. The work speaks for itself. And then Vivian's name. Just her name. And then the Sterling

FREYA'S POV The black Bentley was parked outside my building at exactly four o'clock. I stood at my window and stared down at it. The car looked like it cost more than everything I owned combined. Maybe more than the entire building. It gleamed under the afternoon sun like something from a different world. My phone buzzed. I'm here. Just two words from Adrian. No greeting. No pleasantries, wait why was I even expecting pleasantries I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. My hands were shaking again. They had been shaking on and off all week. Ever since I agreed to this insane plan.

Mia said with determination. I chuckled. “Mommy look!” Madison gasped, pointing out the window at the big screen. I slowed down the car and looked out the window to where she was pointing. “It's you, Mommy!” Max cried out excitedly. It was an ad I did for my fashion company Bellella. I wasn't even aware they'd put it on the big screen. “Yes, that's me” I chuckled, “Let's get a move on it hm?” I said and continued to drive.