Burnin Mha Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said as I nudged my head to the vacant desk. With a sigh, Pandora trudged towards her desk and dropped heavily on her seat without saying another word. "So as I was saying,” I started up again with an introduction. “My name is Max Townsend and I'm your new AP English teacher. I only have one rule," I said as I eyed everyone in the class. Pandora raised her hand and I gave her a nod. "No detention?" she let out a cheeky grin. Why that little..."No. It's pay attention, “I retorted with a playful glare.

In the word 'nothing', many things are hidden, sometimes anger, sometimes unhappiness, sometimes pain. You never know what it means. -Unknown. |Z Y R A| Maria was right. The house was on fire and ger husband couldn't find a vetter time to encourage her to get over her anxiety about talking to other people. Because I wasted like whole 5-7 minutes on the phone call with her when the flames from our house were touching the sky. Rubbing my temple with my fingers, I walked in another room looking all black now. Most of the things we had are now burned to ashes. Good thing, I didn't had the cash for Flora's treatment at home.

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

CHAPTER 14: SECRET BUNKER As I was dragged toward Malek's secret bunker at the far end of our estate, I could hear squeals and excited gushes from the maids in the estate. They were happily moving around the chateau, throwing decorations and flowers everywhere, because apparently, today was Malek's mistress's baby shower. Barney didn't even bat an eyelid at me as he pushed me out of the chateau, and neither did the maids. I have never known any set of broke people who were more worthless than the maids at the Kashem estate.

And this accident caused another wound in his heart. Arjun's and Neal's parents were highschool friends. Arjun's parents and Neal's father was in military. Reksha was a military nurse. She resigned after her husband's and friend's death. Now works in the hospital where Selena is admitted. She is the one who taking care of her. Neal looked at the hospital name largely written in the front. 'V-CARE'. Just like the name, the hospital was nice and people there cared for the patients. Neal parked the car and got out, Arjun trailing him, taking his backpack from the car.

“No paperwork. No witnesses. Get me everything you can. I want locations, shipment manifests, staff names. And keep my name the fuck out of it.” “Understood.” He hangs up. I stare out the window, the garden dark beyond the glass. The ring wasn’t the worst part. It’s what it represented. A message. From Burke. Saying, I can still get in. I can still reach you. But that’s not the message I’ll return. No, mine will come in fire and blood. Just not yet. Not until I’ve saved everyone he’s hurt. And found out exactly how deep the infection goes.

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

Ryan Lennox. The name alone sent a forbidden thrill through Sean’s veins. Twenty-two years old, majoring in literature with a sharp, rebellious mind that constantly challenged him. Ryan wasn’t just brilliant—he was dangerously magnetic. Lean but athletic from years on the university swim team, with tousled dark hair that fell into hazel eyes full of mischief, and a mouth that curved into smirks far too knowing for his age. He sat in the front row every lecture, legs spread just enough to draw Sean’s gaze, lips parting around thoughtful (or deliberately provocative) questions.

Maybe I would make a move, maybe I wouldn’t. Turning from the rail, I crossed to the bar, pouring a finger of scotch that burned clean down my throat. The penthouse hummed around me, silent sentinels of power. Walls lined with encrypted drives holding the city's secrets, a safe bulging with deeds to empires. But tonight, it was all prelude.