Break Story Novels & Stories

Kenan said. "Why? You never liked me because my parents are old-fashioned. Are they dead or do you want me to be dead too?" said Andien without emotion. "I wouldn't get married if I didn't like you." "Really? I don't think so. You broke my trust that night, Kenan," Andien said firmly. Kenan closed his eyes. He had made a mistake, but was it wrong to be nice to his parents? Vishnu had taken everything that belonged to his parents and even kicked him out of his home.

I lost my smile because of what she asked. I took a deep breath before looking back at her . "We already broke up." I answered her. She gasped. "Oh I see, it's a shame! It's been so long for you two, I thought you'd make it to the wedding." "We can't really say what can happen in our lives. But it's okay, I'm okay." I promised and then she pulled me. She said that I should go with them first because I was alone. "Look Ash, that's Kevyn, right? Who's with him?" Camille asked me so I followed what she pointed to and saw the dumb man smiling while holding a woman by the waist, I think this is what Drake, his ex, was saying.

The phone trembled in Solene’s hand against her wish as the car moved steadily but fast along the road. “Ma’am, have you seen the news?” Mae’s voice replayed in her head. “You need to come to the office now and see things for yourself, ma’am.” Her heart had dropped after the brief conversation with her assistant. And Hannah had seen it too—the way color had drained from her face. Because this wasn’t just noise. This wasn’t just gossip, or careless accusations with “allegedly” tucked behind them.

The peace he had cultivated broke apart. Maya pushed through the security cordon, her face pale. "Clarkson," she cried, grabbing his arm. "We have to get out. Now." He allowed himself to be stuffed into a waiting car, the shout of the press muffled as the doors slammed shut. "What's happening?" he demanded, his voice dangerously flat. Maya tossed him a tablet, the Metropolitan Report headline smoldering on the screen. "Harper. He broke the Croft story. He's. He's re-written it.".

“I… I had no idea…” “That much is obvious,” Madam Hale said. “You have allowed yourself to be taken in by her charms, ignoring the warning signs evident from the beginning. Why do you think I released the rumor we had a cashflow problem that year and were on the verge of bankruptcy.” Isabella’s shoulders slumped, her face a mask of confusion and remorse. “But…but why would she do such a thing? They grew up together. I thought…I thought she loved him.”

The morning the story broke was everything I’d hoped for and more. I had a ringside seat to watch the career of the esteemed Senator Paul Bennett go up in glorious flames. It started out a small fire on some of the more renowned independent news outlets, but by mid-morning the story broke on Fox news, CNN and CNBC. Man, I’ve never seen a man tap dance so fast trying to counter the stories and images flooding the airways.

Dorian saw my reaction quite closely. "The story broke one hour ago. Your name will be spread across every significant news source by tomorrow morning. He slanted back, contentment shining in his eyes. “You're broken.”, I told him. I resisted letting him see me break even though I swallowed hard. "I'll fight it." His smile never wavered. You may also try as you may. But who would people believe, then? Me, the esteemed businessman? Alternatively you, the woman with the "hidden criminal empire"? He savoured the moment and took another sip of whisky.

I whispered, feeling a heavy weight off my shoulders. “Don't thank me yet,” his eyes grew cold again. “I want to tell you a story and I want you to listen carefully because when I ask you a question, you better tell me the fucking truth. Understood?” He whispered in my ear and I suddenly felt my sex mositen. “Yes.” I whimpered. “So there's this story I heard of a rising star journalist, named Sydney Brockman.” At the mention of the names, my bones lock up. “She was so good at her job that she was given the Pulitzer Prize award as a reward for her excellence and diligence in the news media.”

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

This was a breach. “Oh, perks of the job,” she said with a dismissive wave. “When you break stories that move markets, doors have a way of opening.” She tilted her head, her smile never reaching her eyes. “Speaking of moving markets, your sudden appearance on the world stage certainly has. It’s quite a story. A Texas family man plucked from obscurity by the reclusive Joe Brian. It’s almost… fairy tale-like. If the fairy tale involved leaving a wife and two small children behind.”