Btown Stories Novels & Stories

“He’s solid. No complaints so far. His experience impressed me.” “He’s honest and completely trustworthy,” Gabriel said, settling into the chair across from me. “The ranch is in good hands with him.” I nodded. The ranch had become my refuge, a place where I could escape the endless demands of the company. More importantly, it was the one place where I believed Jasmine was safe. “Any leads on Sebastian Lawrence?” I asked.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

'Maybe you already know everything about him but in your books they've written a half truth. T - They H - Hate E - East M - Men Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

"Oh, your cheek doesn't look as bad as I thought." "Really? Thank the heavens. Do you think Aunt Autumn will notice?" "Probably not. Is she gonna be home today?" "I don't think so. She usually comes home after two days or more." "Then do you wanna stay over?" "That's pretty sudden. Why the invite?" He scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. "I thought I should probably tell you about the guy from earlier." He said. "It's gonna be a long story, so..." "...What?"

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

She had a slight baby bump now, looking radiant and full of joy at the prospect of motherhood. I carried all the baby supplies we had bought and stayed close to her side, making sure she didn't get bumped by any passersby. Just as we stepped out of the shopping mall, a filthy, reeking homeless woman suddenly lunged out, blocking our way. It turned out to be Zoe. She was emaciated, her eyes bloodshot and manic. She turned pale the moment she spotted Maisie's baby bump. She stared intensely at her stomach and asked in a trembling tone, "Is she pregnant, Waylon?"

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.