Convenience Stories Novels & Stories

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

He extended a sleek, black business card toward me. I hesitated, then took it, tucking it into my bag without looking at it. Later, I went grocery shopping. Ever since my grandmother’s hospitalization, I hadn’t been able to stand living alone, so I moved in with Emily. The grocery store buzzed with life—women chatting over fresh produce, carts squeaking against the tiled floor. The scent of ripe tomatoes and crushed herbs filled the air, but I barely noticed. I picked up a cart and wheeled it toward the vegetable section, my mind still reeling.

“You know what happens to people who lie to me?” Fear flashed across her face. I reached between us, flicked her clit, and eventually she had to surrender to me—as they always did—and she came. I followed a few moments later, pulled out of her, threw the condom into the toilet, and left her standing there. Phoenix and I decided to meet in Nashville. It was neutral ground, which was the best option for a second meeting considering we’d both be alone. Phoenix sized me up as I walked over to him in the deserted parking lot of an abandoned cinema complex.

She said as she wrapped up the ribs before putting it in a brown paper bag along with the beers. He left again and Constance decided to distract herself with a magazine. It was the GQ November edition, she loved GQ, it was filled with hot men, rich men, influential men and more men. She was flipping the pages, when she stopped at the business section. Her mystery shopper was featured.

He was about to recall a very exaggerated story about this current situation but I knew I would love every minute of this story. "Did Ronald ever tell you about the time he went on a cruise to the Bahamas and spent most of the day naked, scaring away every prospective date because they thought he was a mad man while Dominic and I were the followers of the mad man," Anthony finally spoke up, his eyes were glued to his phone but the shadow of a smirk was on his lips. He enjoyed what he was doing. Those were the type of stories Mary loved hearing and true to that, her ears had already perked up and she leaned in, ready to capture every single word that would leave the mouth of Anthony. If he sa

The headline was clean and precise in the way that did the most damage. BLACKWOOD'S CONVENIENT ARRANGEMENT: BILLIONAIRE CEO'S MYSTERY FIANCÉE WAS PAID £500,000 FOR THE ROLE She read it once. Then again. Then put her phone face down on the kitchen table and sat very still. The article was thorough. Not sensationalised. Not speculative. Thorough in the specific damaging way of something built from actual information by someone who had taken their time. The café. The business card. The contract. The bank transfer. The family dinners described as performances. The Cotswolds weekend presented as a staged production designed to satisfy a dying man's condition.

ISABELLA'S POV Looking over, my eyes was quick to spot them among the crowd- The Sterlings. They were all glaring at me, waiting for even the slightest stutter in my voice. “We met at one of his tech conferences,” I instantly came up with a lie, my voice smooth. “I was there on a case, representing a client suing a rival company. Let’s just say our paths crossed… rather dramatically. It was kind of embarrassing” I chuckled, trying to sound like I was too shy to share our story.