Burnin Mha Novels & Stories

I'm going to need it to get through tonight. Once the burning goes away, I open my eyes again. Bruno’s face is priceless. "You're driving." I say, holding back a cough. To be fair, it wasn't targeted. He is the only other one who can drive stick well enough to get us home after this place is struck with disaster tonight. It's about five minutes until Nara’s show. I had two more drinks that I only just started to feel. Stella took her to the back to get a better outfit.

I looked at her, at Isabella bleeding on the floor, at Marco’s shaking face in the rearview mirror, and the stranger in the doorway who had shot Silas. The car screamed down the road. My mind stitched itself to the files and the plan and the promise. “We burn his empire to ashes,” I said again. “And then we build something better from the ruins.” She nodded. “Then don’t make me regret trusting you.” I gripped the wheel like a man who held a bomb and a future at the same time. “You won’t.” The phone buzzed on the seat between us. A single text from an unknown number slid across the screen.

You can only maintain a lie for so long. As I began to look at the ceiling, praying I can drift off to sleep again, my phone begins to ring on the bedside table. I reach out blindly, closing my eyes and swiping right without glancing at the caller ID. If I open my eyes, there’s a high likelihood I won’t be able to sleep again. “Hello,” I mumbled, attempting to keep my voice low so that I wouldn’t wake Lewis. “Mrs. Hernandez,” the soft voice on the other end says. It’s Mary Anne, the head maid from Noah’s place.

I prefer the scowl but am in no mood to deal with it right now. Bringing the heavy bucket of dishes to the hot kitchen, the card seems to burn in my pocket, begging me to use it. I’d looked at it almost my entire break an hour ago. Nothing but a number and first name on it, not telling me much more than I learned in the elevator. I'd turned it over again and again, as if new words would appear on it the more I did it. But no, it remained the same. Lawson, and ten digits. That's all.

"Uncomplicated things are usually just things that haven't been looked at properly yet." Dante picked up his coffee. He thought about Selene. About the folder. About twenty-two years old and no other options and fourteen years of being very good at something terrible. "Your Finch contact," he said. "You can make contact in the next ten minutes. Use the new burner, one-time voice. Short." Elian nodded, already reaching for the phone. "After that," Dante said, "we need to talk about what happens next. Because The Meridian will already have flagged that the Bucharest window closed without confirmation from me, and within — " he checked his watch " — approximately four hours, they will begin the

bae what you going to do while I'm working I ask him then said I'm going to just checked out the hotel to see everything they have to offer then walk around come back her get in the pool wait for you. Oh ok as we chatted awhile before I left for my meeting. I arrive with my backpack with all my documents and a record that already recording just in case some b.s happen with Mike. My boss started the meeting out with introducing himself as the CEO of our company telling everyone in the room what our company do and what our company can do to merge companies together to make thousands and thousands of dollars.

The wall clock struck 12:00 pm and three more members walked in to occupy the remaining seats leaving only one empty seat at the end of the table. All together in the room, apart from Lola and Corey, there were ten Disciplinary team members present. “Miss Lola Coker?.” Mr. Darwin, the head of the disciplinary team called out. “Here I am.” Lola’s calm voice said. “Good. As I have been briefed, yesterday morning during an audition, a drug fell out from your bag and you were found guilty of having marijuana in your possession. The police were invited and you were given a warning since it was your first offense. Is this true?.” Mr. Darwin asked.

Instead of going home she decided to go to a bar and drink all her sorrows away. At the club, She completely lost all composure. She took one shot of tequila after another as the thought of her selfish father popped up. She felt so much remorse and hate. She continued to take more shots as she nodded her head following the beat of the music playing in the background. She got very drunk such that she couldn't do anything other than lay her head down on the table "Ms Benson, are you alright", asked Ashley as she rushed to check if Joy was ok.

I squeeze my lids tighter as I twirl my tongue over the cold metal, cringing from the nasty taste. My skin heated. My pulse thudded in my ears. “Such a good girl,” he says, pulling the dripping gun out, a trail of saliva following until it snaps. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, the words clinging to me, staining me. My entire body locks when I feel the cool metal slide against my clit. I flinch against the foreign touch of an incredibly dangerous weapon. “One bottle of Martell Chanteloup to the VIP table.” The deep voice snapped me out of my trance. My head jerked up to see Marcus, the bar manager, leaning over the counter with his usual bored expression. Relief and panic tangled in my

Damien's POV The glass of whiskey burned down my throat, but it did absolutely nothing to calm the rage boiling inside me. I sat alone at the private section of the club with my jacket beside me while loud music echoed around the room. Several women had attempted approaching me since I arrived, but one glare from me was enough to send every single one of them running away. My mind remained occupied with the disaster from earlier. Zachary, the stolen project, Celeste's involvement, and the possibility of betrayal inside my own home.