Cells At Work Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Everything. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because I've watched you fight for everything you have since the day you walked into my tutoring center." Diane's voice was quiet but steady. "And I'm tired of watching the wrong people win." The station was a gray concrete box on the edge of the city. Diane's contact met us at the side entrance—a tired-looking woman in a wrinkled suit who didn't ask questions and didn't want thanks. She handed me a visitor's badge and a clipboard and told me I had ten minutes. The holding cells were in the basement. Cold. Fluorescent. The smell of bleach and old coffee. Jace was in the last cell, sitting on a metal bench with his head in his hands. He looked u

*** Alice P O V I was in my office and, as always, head dipped busy with paperwork and updates. Though I love my work, it always provided me a way to escape from everything that’s going around or I could guarantee to go nuts with all of these thoughts continuously nagging my mind. And the cherry on top when you have an animal soul joined with yours to throw tantrums and free commentary now and then. I started my work again as I heard a knock on my office door before the doors cracked open and revealed a girl figure entering.

Quite big for an average educated girl like myself. As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression. 'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone. "Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."

My parents were delighted by my sudden appearance. After all, they had not seen me for a long time. My mother pushed a plate of fruits toward me with a frown. “Aspen, you look sickly. You should just quit. It’s not like you need to work…” My father was reading the newspaper, but he also looked up in silence when he heard this. “Mom, Dad,” I said softly, “I shouldn’t leave any loose ends. “Trust me. I can handle my work.” Later, I took a comfortable bath. Just as I lay on my bed, my cell phone started buzzing.

Chapter 39 SELINA POV I was seated in my cubicle working as the office cackled with life around me. The phones rang off their hook, colleagues on the phones trying to convince the wealthy to contribute to a cause they care nothing about and the occasional swearing at the ancient coffee maker. I had cleared a large pile of work but I still had a a mountain of work to go through. Nothing like an accident to leave you with a Everest-sque backlog of work to do.

“He’s not, not exactly. It’s just normal work. How about you?” She grinned, then moved her phone showing me the background. It looked like an office, but it was dark as if it was underground. “I’m working too, boring ass work. Urgh, I wish you were here with me.” “Ella!” A man yelled from the background. “What on earth are you doing?! That’s not allowed!” “I know, dad. I’m just showing my best friend my shiny new office.” Marcella shot back. “Is that Rune Vitali?”

Alana's POV The next few days at work, Nicholas has gone back to his other self. Meaning that he's acting like I don't exist, the only good thing is he's not giving me those lists anymore. I just do basic tasks like answering emails and other administrative things. Every time I try to have a normal conversation with him, he tells me that we can talk later. I'm not even expecting anything anymore, I just wish he'd stop acting like he cares about me then disregarding me like I'm nothing which is why I called in sick Thursday. I never call in sick but I can't stand to be in that workplace anymore. The only people who treat me normally is Enzo and Carlo, I've tried to speak to other girls but wh

Work. The punctuation between every word. Like he was typing through gritted teeth. He was being deliberately difficult and we both knew it, and he knew that I knew it, and somehow that made it worse. My thumbs were moving before I could stop them. I fucking work in your company, Niklaus Specter, and guess what, I am at the vacation-adjacent workshop you just showed up to, and you are standing outside the lobby sending me this text right now, and if you would like to come to me you need only turn around…

“ Ayla , one point while Aron , zero points . “ said Noah with a low tone . “ Do you think I am deaf and won’t hear if you speak in a low tone ? “ said Aron punching his head . “ Ouc ! That hurts ! “ said Noah holding his head . “ Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ! “ laughed all of them . The situation was so funny that no one could hold back its laughter . Ayla handed over the materials to all of them . With a lazy expression on their faces , they started to type on their computers . Aron’s phone rang and before he could answer Ayla took it from his hands . “ Let me be clear . You are not allowed to see anything nor talk with anyone until you have finished your work . “ said Ayla . The others looked at

It was eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, seventeen-thirty when my cell phone finally rang. "Hello, Amber" I heard his voice, I felt strangely weak, I answered it unable to impose all the anger I must have been feeling for having been left standing all day "I ended up forgetting to tell you, it turns out that today there was a make-up event at the center where all the employees came to participate, so there was no work, I hope you noticed and went home, but Monday we will have normal working hours, so I'll expect you at half seven at the company to start work."