British Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Good morning, Sir. This are the yearly agenda’s draft for today’s meeting.” I nodded and let him place the maps on my table. He didn’t waste any time to turn around and leave my room. As soon as the door is closed, my eyes find Olive. “What were you saying just now?” And again, she was being cut off because the door is being opened. I looked past Olive just to find Bryan catching his breath. He is panting like he just went for a ten miles run. I glance over my watch and it shows nine O-five. “You are lucky since Maggy didn’t ask about you just now.”

"Oh, my bad, who's this? I didn't know you were coming with a friend." "Well, yeah," Seb hesitated, giving Alex a quick glance. "This is-" His palms immediately felt damp as he rubbed them together. He looked up to briefly meet his dad's gaze, noticing be was staring at him, and expecting a response. Crikey, he didn't expect it to be that hard. With a deep exhale he gave Alex one more glance then faced his dad. "This is Alex. Yeah, a friend." "Oh, hi Alex!" Seb's dad said with a smile. "I didn't know Seb had any friends here at London. Anyways nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

“You know how it is—the British are all about individualism. This is proving to be really difficult to handle.” Alex, being British, felt a sense of responsibility and stepped forward. “You guys stay back for now. I’ll go talk to them. I’m British—they won’t react as strongly to me. But with you, they’ll have a resistance mentality.” Anna scoffed coldly. “They has been spreading rumors and fueling divisions for years. They exaggerate conflicts and paint us in a bad light, creating unnecessary tensions. No wonder these people lose control of their emotions and take it out on entrepreneurs. Really…

He asks, but I just stare him down. Uncle Rhys was never good at keeping secrets from me. He sighs. “The crew are working out of some dock. Border… Bonty something.” I frown as I think back. I don’t know the names of any docks, and there are hundreds on the coast. It would take me days to try and work out which– “Bautic?” I ask, and he snaps his fingers. “Yes, that’s the one. How did you know?” “I just… heard it somewhere.” I mutter.

he crossed his arms while standing beside me observing the brunette. She was pretty but her dress code screamed prostitute. Her skirt was too short for comfort and her shirt revealed too much skin and to top it all off, she was a pretty little slip of a thing. "No." She said. "THAT THING-" she gestures to me "-doesn't deserve to be here."

She turns, looking at me with those shining eyes. “Don’t tempt me” she smiles. My stomach flips. **Ber er bakið sem á engan bróður = Bare is the back that has no brother. An Icelandic proverb roughly transliterating to 'If you've got no one to look out for you, you're stuffed in the worst of ways**

I knew she would listen. I ran into work, dodging past the bleary-eyed morning shoppers and exhausted-looking mothers. The sun was just pulling itself out of the horizon, making its tedious trek up the sky to give us light for the day. I felt its weak glow on my back before it disappeared behind a cloud. The second I arrived, I saw Adeia near the entrance immediately. She was wearing a pale blue dress that reached past her ankles. It trailed lightly on the floor behind her and in my opinion, she looked like a goddess. It suited her perfectly.