Burnin Mha Novels & Stories

But unfortunately for me, the only seat available was right next to Damien. I looked over to where Mr Luis said but he was directly opposite Damien. How the hell am I supposed to even do any work with him here like this? I didn't want to cause anymore scenes so I sat quietly close to Damien who's gaze was fixed on me like some magnet. “Good afternoon, everyone. I'm very pleased to announce to you the newest investor we have and members of the board of directors. Mr Damien Blackwood.” Mr Luis announced, and the room exploded in applause.

“But one thing—I hope this isn’t going online?” “No, it’s not. I won’t post it. I just need to show it to someone.” James nodded. “Fine. I’ll send you the details later. But I’ll send it through a burner number. And whatever you do with it, it can’t be linked to me or this place. I don’t want any trouble.” “I won’t link it back to you,” I assured him. “I just need to send it to someone through a private number. My life depends on this, James. Please don’t fail me.”

Then he stopped and looked back at me. “If your parents could see you now,” he said coldly, “they would be ashamed of what you’ve become.” I froze. He knew exactly where to hurt me. But I said nothing. He would not believe me. Not now. Not ever. I stood there and watched the car drive away. Only when my phone chimed did I look down. Elara, your second wolf-core assessment is complete. The silver taint has spread again. Your Moonborn Core is showing signs of collapse. Please return to the Healing Hall as soon as possible.

I'd never get around to seeing my face and not thinking about her, not seeing her. The girl in the mirror stared back, gaze unwavering. The left side of my face was totally affected by the fire. It was a 3 degree burns though lots of surgeries over the years have reduced the scars greatly and now, it was a little over 1 degree burns. My left eye was badly affected though and I've had to wear contact lenses. I subconsciously ran my hands over the lines marring my left face, they stretched further into my neck and chest and my tummy, then my legs. I lived through sheer luck.

I guessed I was so used to being alone here that I never noticed. I brushed Mom off and told her to get some rest before heading off with my car keys. As soon as I got to my apartment, I spotted the Maybach in my parking lot. Harrison was back. Feeling upset, I went upstairs and scanned my fingerprint at the door, but it didn't unlock the way it usually did. Instead, it beeped to signify that my fingerprint scan had failed. I refused to give up. I tried a few more times, but I still couldn't get the door to open. Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well.

Gradually, she found herself withdrawing, locking herself away within the confines of her apartment, an invisible barrier between her and the outside world. Melania, a caring and observant pack member, noticed the change in Lynexia's behavior. Concerned for her new friend's well-being, she sought guidance from her mate, a wise and patient individual. He advised Melania to approach Lynexia directly, encouraging open communication and understanding. Taking his words to heart, Melania decided to pay a visit to Lynexia's attic apartment, bearing a friendly smile and the offer of a comforting cup of tea.

But I didn’t need him to. I returned to my food, ignoring the burn in my chest that came from hearing Tristain’s smug tone. He, of course, was perfectly comfortable leaning back in his chair, elbow resting on the back of it like he owned the room. “Princeton, huh?” I muttered under my breath, loud enough for just him to hear. “Bet they love having a prodigy who’s also insufferable at home.” He glanced at me, a flicker of annoyance in his blue eyes. “Better insufferable than bratty and entitled.”

"Apparently, Shelby's been insisting on exhibition after exhibition, using the Davenport name to get what she wants. Tucker's been rushing to keep up, pulling favors left and right, and now his company is under serious strain. "To make matters worse, Shelby's been flaunting her title as 'Mrs. Davenport' like it's some kind of trophy. She's holding onto Tucker like her life depends on it. It's a complete circus." A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Well, it sounds like things are going great." "Great? Not at all. Tucker looks totally wiped out. His company has hit a few bumps, and the shareholders are starting to lose patience."

I needed to stick to the plan, find the weak spots in Silas's finances, and leave this house. Instead of going to my room, I walked down the back hallway and slipped out through the side door to the garage apartment. Marcus was already there. He sat on a leather stool with his laptop open. A glass of bourbon rested on the desk beside a Glock he was cleaning. His Marine buzz cut looked neat under the bright lights, and his sharp blue eyes met mine the moment I walked in. He looked at my face and let out a low whistle.