Conveniently Novels & Stories

"Congratulations on your new business opportunity, Mr. Damian. We would be delighted to assist you in arranging a memorable evening for both you and your girlfriend. Can you provide any preferences or additional details for the date?" "I would love an intimate setting, preferably by the hotel pool. Candle-lit tables, soft music, and a menu tailored to our taste would be perfect. Can you also arrange for some privacy in that area? I don't mind the price, book the whole floor if need be." "Certainly, Mr. Damian. We will make all the necessary arrangements to ensure your privacy. As for the menu, is there a specific cuisine or any dietary restrictions we should consider?"

he breathes. Mark Sinclair has miraculously lessened the three hour distance to not more than ten minutes. The guy is two floors away from Audrey’s office. He snuck right out the lesser he was expecting him. Hell, he was not expecting him at all. Mark, two; Vren, one.

Pointing to the upstairs, "I'm going to rent a room to rest for a while." Rooms for VIP guests will have air conditioning, strong aromatherapy. The price is expensive enough. Daisy quickly ignored it. The normal room is a row of beds close to together. A bit old fashioned. Good price. It suits Daisy very well. Lunch is resolved quickly, compactly, and instantly. Daisy continues the journey of a mother spider holding her baby to wash two glasses. Then from the backpack took out a towel to dry. Tuck it back in place. Give him a sugar-free candy bar.

The black hummer jeep kicked started and zoomed out of the premises. The country breeze blew here at the country side, Bernard Williams residence was no exception. * Nicky woke up the next morning, feeling good. Her injuries had been ministered to, the pain had subsided so she lay still. The bed was laid in white linen. The bed was so comfy that she forgot she was in a stranger’s place. The sweet aroma of toast filled the room. Nicky sort for it as she was starving, her joy knew no bounds as she found a tray arrayed with toast jam and a mug of coffee.

Not accidentally. Deliberately.

This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in. Platforms are different then the bracelets I have grown used to. While my old bracelet could take me to any location that wasn't protected by a security wall, a platform can only teleport you to another platform. It chooses the closest one to the coordinates you put in and then you walk to your destination. Not as efficient as the bracelets, but lower in cost and still handy. I inhale deeply and sigh. This home is in the perfect location. Hundreds of acres of prime hunting land surround it. My mate and I would be well provided for here. I could hire a proper security crew and they too would have ample hunting space. I walk the half mile t

More information will be given at the last chapter of CON, which sadly will be coming really soon. Stay safe.