D E V O T E Unscramble Novels & Stories

Calista’s dad replied and turned off his cell phone. ******

His face was dead serious. I stared at it, trying to figure out why it mattered. Then it hit me. "Wait. I know this painting. Wasn't this in the main hall?" I asked, still not believing it. "Yeah. The Revolt of Palermo." He looked down, like he couldn't quite admit he'd fucked up. "After Dad died, I got rid of some of the art. Had no idea this one was so... valuable. Offshore accounts. Intel. Powerful connections. It's all on a flash drive hidden in the frame. Only Dad and Alejandro knew." His eyes locked on mine, cold. "I need you to go to that auction and bring it back. We can't let this fall into the wrong hands."

“I see…” “What is it?” Jasper was puzzled. “My brother told me before that Ace is like a flower named devil's trumpet. He used to be quite close with Ace. He told me not to act rashly and follow Ace’s flow. I need to be calm and pretend not to know anything,” Summer whispered. ‘It looks like even though Trevor may not be a well-known person, he’s still hard to defeat. ‘Even Benjamin is wary of him.’ “Perhaps Aaron is in that man’s hands.” Jasper could only make a guess.

“Finance was your minor and you paid for your tuition exclusively working for investment companies. If you are not writing, maybe you just need a change.” My big sister, always trying to fix everything. It took me back to my high school year when she tried to explain to my math teacher I’d never be his protege because although I was the best in his class, I had no interest. To this day, I wasn’t sure how she convinced him to stop nagging me to join his math groups for national competitions. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. Really, I just wanted to be left alone. “No, you are not. Please, Eve,” she begged. “It breaks my heart to see you like this. It could be good for you. Just to get out there and get

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

It just took her a couple of minutes to reach the place since it was past the rush hour. Luna unmounted her bike and checked her phone to make sure if she was at the right place. She parked her bike a few meters away from the bakery and securely locked it. She saw an old woman sweeping in front of the store and timidly approached her. "Good afternoon ma'am, hello. I'm Luna and I'm looking for Dorothy Martes, am I at the right place?" She asked in the most courteous way she could. The old lady stopped sweeping and quickly kept the broomstick away thinking she was a customer.