Bnwo Blog Novels & Stories

A/N: I know most of you are confused. This is still the novel "Will You Keep My Secret?" Just a changed title and cover. Thank you for reading my book!❤️ ••• Navaeh. Getting off the bus, I ran into the bowling place where I worked. Bunny's Bowling was written in red with knocked down pins and almost knocked down pins in it's background was it's logo. "Took you long enough." Koa snapped as soon as I stepped into the locker room.

Richard had just leaned down to help Carter with his dessert when the TV above the bar, muted for most of the night, suddenly flashed a BREAKING NEWS banner. Maxwell, holding a brandy glass, frowned. “Turn that up.” The sound came on, the anchor’s voice sharp against the backdrop of gala chatter: “…fire broke out during a Christmas charity event at a Convent in Boston. At least twelve people are being treated for smoke inhalation. One woman, identified only as a volunteer staff member, was pulled from the blaze unconscious—”

He made his way into the house, looking at his kitchen floor before turning back to Luca. They stand there awkwardly before Leonardo broke the silence. "You never came for the suit fitting." "I forgot," Luca mumbles carelessly with a shrug. "Well, Nessa and the girls came by," he informs. "Yeah," he says uninterested. "They liked the suits," he continued. "Great," he says sarcastically. Leonardo let out a huff, "look man, my wedding is a few weeks away and we are leaving for Italy in two weeks, I don't wanna be fighting with my best man and brother." He says to his brother.

Christopher would be surprised if it wasn’t broken. Bruce grumbled and mumbled as he stalked to the punching bag. He started flipping it and rapidly punching it. Trevor’s lips frown downward, showing his uneasiness. Christopher glanced away. “I’m going to do another set,” he said in a low tone. “Good idea,” Trevor stated and rushed back behind the bar to spot him. **** Beverly was at The N.Y. chatting with her co-workers. The website was doing great. They were almost head to head with The New York Times and The New York Post currently.

Yes, indeed, things were coming along just fine. *** "Have you heard the news?" Natalie Sherman placed her designer bag down on the floor next to her chair as she took her seat at what she secretly called their weekly gossip tournament. Every week they met like this under the guise of discussing charitable events or other ways to better the town. But the truth is, they only spent about five minutes on such matters. The rest of the time was spent on gossip, and sometimes truth be known, outright witch-hunts.

“A young woman who's important to Lenny. Now wash up and come down.” ****** FEW HOURS AGO..... “Didn't expect to see you so soon again.” Morgana continued to knead the dough for the rolls that she was making as part of her breakfast menu. Lennon dropped the shopping bag on the part of the marble island that wasn't covered in utensils and goods left to rest and rise. “I bought her some new clothes last night,” He checked the watch on his wrist. There was a hearing he had to prepare for and this has put him almost thirty minutes behind.“I have to get back to the office, don't mention that these were from me, okay?”