Deborah Birx Novels & Stories

The audience claps politely. The moderator on microphone welcomes everyone to the event. “Tonight is an historic night for our nation, as Miles Hamilton, the youngest candidate to ever run for president, faces newcomer philanthropist Edward Zimmer. We welcome you both, as well as our audience, and you, our viewers at home, to the first presidential debate of this election season.” More clapping. “Daphne,” I say again, leaning into her. “You don’t have to do this, not with me. I know we haven’t talked in a while but didn’t we say we’d be friends forever?”

"I'd love to see this so called Secretary. Monitor her movements with Damien for sometime before you finally attack. I don't want a dirty job. A clean one." "Sure, Sir." "Go to the penthouse and find out what that crazy girl want. She has been disturbing my peace, not letting me sleep peacefully for two days now. She should be grateful i'm keeping her alive. Don't let her know what's going on at all." "I will do that neatly." Bryan answered and left the room. 'I can't wait to ruin lives again.'

Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans. Wait … Why. What is this? I’m confused. I know this, but I don’t want to believe it. Why did someone deposit a big money? And it cost 500 million United States Dollars?! //WyByCa

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

He started walking down the hall to the elevator. It took Jessica fifteen minutes to call Ms. Lipton’s references. She saved the most suspicious reference for last. When she heard Michelle Obama’s voice over the phone, she almost fell out from shock. “Yes, Mrs. Obama?” “Yes. Who is this?” “My . . . my name is Jessica Washington Davis. I’m calling for a reference on a Ms. Sara Lipton. She worked for you temporarily while you and your husband were in the White House.” “Oh, yes. She’s a lovely young lady. My girls adored her.”

Thus Faith was back staring at the morning new as she always does before she head out to carried out some work. Right on the t.v was a debate ongoing about crime and allegation in the Country, Alexis saw the t.v from afar as she alighted from the stairs, thus she was a bit stunned to see Madam Lydia as one of the speaker on the t.v. Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant where Alexis work before. Alexis went to her the day before to aired on the t.v on her behalf, and while she was on the t.v, she could used that medium to present her defense against the allegation against her as a murderer.

“My father was a man of great strength and wisdom. He guided us through the darkest times and celebrated with us in the brightest. Today, we lay him to rest, but his legacy will continue in all of us.” His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. At that moment I forgot I hated him. I was only seeing the man who lost his father—a man that was grieving. Clinton’s presence beside me was steady, offering a silent strength that I leaned into. I tried to control myself so that no one would become suspicious of me because to them I wasn't Ruby—I was Natasha, the Alpha King's cousin. Carolina stepped forward next, her delicate features twisted in grief as she gently placed her bouquet on the coff

Five minutes to get him to the platform for his oath. “Honey!” Katherine Davis entered the room heading to hug her husband. He hesitated but returned the hug. “It’s time! Can you believe it?!” Her eyes settled on Alyssa and the smile grew wider. The weapon of every First Lady. “Katherine Davis! Nice to meet you!” “Alyssa Pope. She is the Director of the Secret Service.” Richard interrupted before she could answer. She simply smiled and shook Katherine’s hand.

Jake Carson God! This woman is going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I expressed my anger by dominating a woman but Danika is making me. How have I let a woman get under my skin so much? I am not going to lie, I have worked for a lot of beautiful women as a bodyguard, they used to hit on me, constantly. But I never gave into such urges, I would always be professional. But Danika. Fuck! What am I doing?

the doctor said. "Thank you, doc" as the doc smiles and left. --- "Sweetie, do you want a rib-eye steak or a pork barbecue?" my mom shouted from the kitchen. "I'll have the pork barbecue, mom. Thank you!" I shouted out. 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' The line keeps repeating on inside my head. I feel anxious, worried, and confuse. "Where is she?" a whispered sentence escape my mouth.