Deadbeat Noble Novel Novels & Stories

Nicholas' expression darkened, while Charles visibly stiffened. A fleeting, unreadable expression crossed Heidi's eyes just as she took a slow sip of her tea. "Jan?" Grace noticed Janice's downturned mood, immediately getting up to walk to her side. Janice heaved a deep breath and said, "Wade and I are over. He's given his heart to someone else. I can't possibly pretend to be oblivious and just put up with it. Mr. Garner, we should just call off the wedding."

"Come to bed. We have two days." I looked at him. "Damien," I said. "Noah," he said. "Come to bed." I saved the file. Closed the laptop. Went to bed. And lay in the dark beside him and thought about Jonathan Cole and forty million dollars and a clause on page nineteen and how one thing led to another led to another until you were lying in a blind billionaire's bed at midnight because you had read a contract nobody asked you to read. Strange. Completely strange. I would not change a single part of it .

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

giving him a USB drive and a file in a brown envelope, both left the bar. The unnamed man went to his room at a hotel he is staying, there he heard a knock at the door, afraid and sweating, he could not open the door, he hides under the bed hoping to safe himself from the man knocking, {knock knock}, the intruder forcefully broke the door with his leg and entered the room silently, he was searching the room he couldn't see anybody, the intruder called somebody on the phone saying "He's not here", then he heard a screech sound coming from the bed, he turned around took a peek at the bed then looked under the bed , he saw the unnamed man and dragged him out, the intruder took a knife out to st

The crisp night air hit Matteo DiCarlo’s face as he stepped out of his car, the tires of his black SUV screeching as it came to a halt on the gravel driveway. The mansion before him was an ostentatious display of wealth—an image that now seemed tainted by the stench of desperation. He adjusted his tailored black suit, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings as he walked toward the front door. A sense of impatience gnawed at him. He didn’t like waiting, and he certainly didn’t like dealing with people who couldn’t pay their debts.

Broken, left in the cold streets of Germany with my dying mother in the hospital was how I got to meet Dex, a stranger that had turned friend and family for over five years now. He had come through for me in a way that I least expected, but yet, I needed to pay him. I couldn't depend on him forever. Knock* The sudden knock at the door had me jumped up, catching off guard, the necklace almost slipped off my hand. On the attempt to grab it, I knocked down the glass of water on the counter. Fuck it. I hissed in annoyance. Opening the drawer, I shoved that necklace into it, hiding it there. Knock*

reynolds Sign Out Broken dreams Edit Paywalled Published in 2023-02-19 15:32:56 321Words Days passed soon , today sunitas mil was arriving home after five months , sunita was shivering from inflence and fear to fear of the stories she heard frm cousin in laws . But she was sure that she will not get affected by those scarry stories and will put into all her efforts to win her mils heart.

I could only imagine what the bottom of my feet looked like now that I was running bare-footed on sharp rocks and pine needles. “She better be,” Nathan boomed from behind me before I would answer. Nathan wore his normal gray sweats I had seen many times before, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his bare chest. His perfectly sculpted muscles made my heart flutter in anticipation, despite our current circumstances. I looked closer when my eyes rested on a dark patch on the left of his stomach. As he came closer, I noticed two small puncture wounds at the top of the steady blood flow coming from his left abdomen.

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

His eyes opened a fraction. That was enough to answer. "She's back," he whispered. And she wants her fault to be forgotten. "What mistake?" I said. He smiled, teeth red. "Letting her live." His head fell to the side. He was dead. I arose slowly, a cold wind on my face. Footsteps came behind me. One of my men said, "Target neutralised. I did not turn. "Clean this up." "Yes, sir." My phone vibrated. Drina.