Bondagr Novels & Stories

Bright I had been at the office since early in the morning, even though I couldn’t focus on anything. I had barely managed to review the most urgent reports. I felt like an empty shell, a shadow of who I used to be. Sabrina had been buried two days ago, and I still hadn’t dared to go to the cemetery. I didn’t feel strong enough. It wasn’t just grief; it was guilt. That constant lump in my throat, that feeling that if I went, everything would become real. Going to the cemetery would mean accepting that she was gone.

Was this the end for me? ****

“Fifty-five dollars. I’m being so generous today.” I took out my sweaty hands to take it from him, but it seemed like his grip was so tight on it. “Not so fast, babe.” My eyebrow scrunched in confusion. Babe? “What is it, Mr. Talco?” He gave off a deadly smirk. To be honest, Mr. Talco could pass for a handsome man, but he should be well into his thirties. Maybe in his forties, even. I could see that the middle of his hair was getting bald already. “I can help you with your financial crisis, you know.”

Jade put a hand to her head to mimic a gun. Racheal stared in disbelief. “What you saw today was probably a defaulter, who had been a member of the organization.” Jade finished calmy. “You make this sound so simple. You sound like you are cool with it. Are the Carlos a part of this organization?” Racheal asked in dread. Jade laughed. “We are not rich enough. The Sherrods are rich-rich, they only accept the very rich, and even those are not many.” Racheal pulled her hand away from Jade’s.

“Don’t worry, honey. Everything’s going to be okay.” But she shook her head, her voice raw. “He won’t show up.” Mr. Wills looked down, surprised. “Why would you say that?” She swallowed hard, her eyes shadowed with dread. “He couldn’t care less about the money. He just wants Noah and me to suffer.” Mr. Wills squeezed her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. --- Back in the car, Nick’s gaze drifted to the toy car Noah had given him. He picked it up, running his fingers over it, feeling a pang of guilt. “I don’t like this,” he whispered.

She went to check, then in less than a minute Freedom was on the line. “Good morning, Terry Falconer speaking,” said Freedom. “Good morning. I have a delivery for you. This is from Wells Fargo. Can you call in thirty minutes?” “Tell me three things to confirm if you’re telling me the truth.” “. . . The Tower in London-which was formerly called NatWest, now this number.” “Second?” “Let me see. Will the name of the street where Grand Central and The Chrysler Building are situated in New York be correct?” “One more and you’re cleared.”

Drawing the chair out I sat at the elegant table. Banging her hand on the table, I feared it would hurt but she only grunted out a ragged breath. "What's this so hard eeeh" she exclaimed "Wenti be this?" continuing with her angry speech she cleaned the sliver spoon squeezing the fabric tightly. I could only watch. "This time of the month is always the hardest" she spoke up after some minute. I only hummed out knowing I was missing an important massage. "Today is the lunar ball" Ebere said filling me in.

“Sorry, my lord, but I’m here with Azrael.” “Please, come in Abigor.” He walks in with a guy who was pretty much the same size as me, but his short blonde hair and his skin lighter with pretty much head to feet of tattoos on them. He almost remined me of a guy in a biker gang, and not so much of the angel of death. Without even a word he walks over to the bar, to what I’m guessing to make a drink. “Do you mind if I make myself a drink. Now let’s see if there is everything here to make a sour whiskey, and yes, it’s all here.”

Grace said coming down the stairs . " It wouldn't work out " he said as he removed the bandages . " It will brother in-law have you forgotten opposite Attracts ? You need someone to drive you crazy " I I said and he raised both hands . " Why is everyone ganging up against me I'm just 27 " he said seriously . " Your father and I married before he was twenty seven ..." Giovanna said frowning. " Massimo married at thirty ...." He said with a grin . " You stubborn Boy " his mom said in Italy .

Jenifer said, and the other girls nodded They are 5 of them in the group now. Stephany, Jenifer, Alice, Amanda, and Gael. The bullies of the school. They do have the power because of their structure as handball players and stability. Moreover, they are rich and spoiled school kids. *In Raymond's classroom* "I tried that several times Bro and money keeps coming in catch," Jordan said "I told you. That's what I call American hustle" Raymond said "Wow! What are all talking about? Did I miss anything?" Chris said "You're just in time," Jordan said, and they kept talking of their businesses out of school.