Cranford Novels & Stories

The big guy upstairs must've been listening, because he made an exit not long after. Jared brought me lunch which I ate at my desk, because I found that the last person had made a mess of the files. Not that anything was missing, it's just that there was no real order to anything. Around two the phone rang, good, break up the monotony. "Lyon's Place, how may I help you?" "Where the fuck is Lyon?" "Excuse me?" "Lyon, the quack that runs that outfit over there, where the hell is he?"

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY SIX THEME: Meeting the Crawford Clan CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA CRAWFORD MANSION The ride to the Crawford’s home was in total silence with each person lost in their own thoughts. They had nothing to say to each other.

As they drove in, Bella stared around in awe, they had not exaggerated when they had said the Del Gato compound was majestically built, because it was indeed, tall, very tall palm trees filled the area and a waterfall in it's midst. Bella stared around in amazement, her lips ajar. The car halted and she inhaled for a while ready to meet her Mr Man, her mother gave her a small kiss on the cheeks afterwards. "Dante Cassato himself" a thick masculine voice exclaimed. Bella turned to see the almighty Lorenzo walking majestically down the stairs, clapping.

When he left the office, he bumped into his friend, Tim at the corner of Sharfraz Street and Phyare Street. “Hey, Cecil? Where are you going?” asked enthusiastically Tim. “I have just bought a ticket to Henzada this evening,” answered Cecil. Tim looked surprised at the answer. “What! Hezada? I think I know D.C Mr. Morrison there. You are lucky then. Mr. Morrison is a kind man though he sticks to the rules much.” “By the way, Cecil, in this street there lays Balthazar Building where you can buy what you want easily. If you don’t mind, I want to buy you a bottle of Martell Cognac which is strong but good for you.”

The night breeze fanned her skin when she alighted from the yatch and they made their way to a beach resort on the island of Haling Cove. The resort had been a fabulous exquisite looking glass house which seemed portable and classy at the same time. The interior decor was modern and screamed finesse, vibrant colors decked the walls of the house; something which Marcellus's mansion at Ocean city lacked. The expensive house looked like one of those houses on Bondi beach or the resorts on the Maldives.

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.