Book Done Novels & Stories

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

Held in the file without a conclusion attached. For now, that was enough.

The fact that I could sit with him and talk even a little without pissing him off somehow was progress enough really. “Good night.” I said after him when he made for his room. “I’ll be here so… call for me if you want anything.” “Mm.” He hummed and then, his room’s door shut behind him. Hiro-san had said that he would send me a text when he was done with work. I had received no such text yet and considering that I had already finished cooking, I decided to go through the previous project of mine that had fallen through to see exactly what had gone wrong. So, I brought my laptop and papers to the now empty dining table and sat down to work, at least till Hiro-san came.

Once I made it to the door i turned around and said, “Lock the door on your way out. And leave my door key!” I made it to work. I checked myself in the mirror and put on my normal smile. I went in the building froze. I was the sole owner of my own company Life Inside of A Box bakery. Just seeing my bakery logo lifted my spirit. It was a big bakery but it was all mines. My assistant saw me and walked over. "Mrs. Johnson we have a couple orders due today but all the goods are ready to be delivered. I got it covered. " she said.

When he opened the front cover, I gasped. “This was her diary.” His hand slipped over the black cursive writing with the name. “Judith.” I looked at him and noticed the tears in his eyes. “Were you her gamma?” I tilted my head to one side and he nodded and I could see him swallowing hard. “She purchased the book at a fair one year. She wrote in it every day.” He started to page through it as his fingertips slipped over the pages and pages of cursive writing. “She always said that this way nobody would ever know she kept a diary and nobody would want to read it.” He laughed. “I mean, who wants to read old financial journal entries!” He reached the first empty page. “She had hoped that she wou

“Leaving already?" “The previous contract was fulfilled, and we've already received our next one, no point delaying," Linus replied tersely. The alpha stood and pulled the collar of his shirt aside to show the already healed bond mark then pulled Skye's aside to show his as well. “You can tell my Father it's done." “Eh? It's healed already, Boss?" one of the band's betas asked, surprised. Linus glanced back at Skye as he slipped the box into his pocket and they took the hint.

Consider it done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fred muttered. " Eight months!!!". She exclaimed." You piled up debts for eight months". " I swear I did not know it would be this bad, believe me". Fred pleaded. " So what happened to the loan you took for the business?" She asked crossing her arms. Fred shut his eyes. " That's the money I gambled and lost" Elena sat on the bed, her head was beginning to ache her, she was irritated and upset at the same time. He used the pain to gamble, how could someone be so foolish.

"Wren tucked this inside the divorce papers. Read it." Declan took it with trembling hands. It was a pregnancy test report, and the diagnosis printed across it read, ‘miscarriage’.

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.