Chandra Schwartz Novels & Stories

the other woman asked. Shravan frowned at Drishti, who shot a sheepish smile at him. His wife quite loves to show off their title to anybody and everybody. "Uh! Shravan Maheswari," Shravan introduced himself. "I have been waiting to see the poor unlucky chap who got trapped by Drishti," the other woman said with mock pity, earning a whack from Drishti. Shravan laughed softly. "I am Ava." "Nice to meet you, Ava. All others left?" Shravan asked.

Forty minutes. What are they talking about up there? What “sensitive business” requires them to be alone for this long? I pull out my phone and do what I probably shouldn’t: I G****e “Candice Zurich businesswoman.” Several results come up, but one catches my eye. Candice Hartwell, CEO of Hartwell Industries I click the link. There’s a photo. It’s her. Younger, maybe five years ago, standing next to a man at some charity gala.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

The man, looking to be in his possible late twenties revealed a short smile. "Don't worry, It's gone." "Thanks. I'm Carlos Salviño." He extended his arm. Kavyaa being polite and well mannered, shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mia Chavez." No my name is Kavyaa Chanda, but due to some psycho trying to hunt me down, I'm currently in the witness protection system that I can't tell you nor my guardian whom is dancing with his bimbo girlfriend about. Why not? Well it's due to security reasons, plus I'm not really sixteen, I'm actually nineteen, scratch that I'm will be turning twenty by next month.

Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter. And some of whom Sreya didn't recognize— Dorathy Simons whose botox injected face muscles were so tight she could barely smile. Victor Gorham, a well-known choreographer Dinah introduced as her personal therapist because she'd call him whenever she needed to talk over wine (the wine part being her favorite). Sandra Harlow (Sandy for short), an artist and Dinah's childhood friend. Jake Darwin, the movie producer that'd looked at her weird and held her hand for too long.

She wore a warm smile, holding up a small placard in one hand and a mic in the other. "Hello, everyone and welcome to the 15th edition of X!!" - She cheered loudly, arousing the applause of everyone present. " As every other year, we are dedicated to awarding the most excellent amongst our actors - ranging from new best comers to top - tier actors on our lists." "I'm Shayna Taylor and as always i'm your lovely host of tonight's event." - She blew a kiss, grinning widely. The crowd cheered once more, erupting in a frivolous applause.

Well, with Ghost Wolf power at my command, I wouldn't need him anymore. A sound from above made me freeze—footsteps, multiple sets, moving through the facility with purpose. Christopher Newt's people had arrived faster than I'd anticipated. That was unfortunate but not catastrophic. Let them try to stop Racheal's awakening. Let them throw themselves against her power and die. It would only make my job easier when the time came to harvest what remained.

Lawrence Schwartz, CEO of Schwartz Corporation, resigned in disgrace as the company announced bankruptcy restructuring. I turned off the news and switched to a popular comedy show. With laughter filling the room, the three of us raised our glasses together. "To a bright future! And to better days ahead!"

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

She has mint green covers and pillows, and her chair in the corner next to her massive walk-in wardrobe is also mint green with cream and gold pillows. Yes, we see each other at school, but that talk is usually about school and other bits and bobs since there are so many unwanted ears around. It's hard to have meaningful conversations without people listening. It was so hard trying to keep Zander a secret last night. I nearly slipped up once or twice. Chloe was too engrossed in babbling about her and Bobby to notice. I'm not sure about Skyla. That girl is still a mystery to me sometimes. She just sat silently, listening to our conversation. I hoped everything at home was okay. We don’t know