Debra Webb Books Novels & Stories

The late-night air in the city felt heavy with danger as Isabella Herrera stood at the door of Lorenzo Castillo’s mansion. The opulence of the estate loomed over her, its cold stone walls echoing with the weight of her decision. Her heart pounded in her chest as she clutched the slip of paper, the contract that had brought her here—the very thing that would bind her to a man who was more monster than man. She had never imagined that it would come to this. The debts left by her father were too much for her family to ever repay. The loans, the threats, the promises—all led to this moment. Her brother, Matteo, would be safe now, but at what cost?

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The room was still tense as no one was saying anything. Debra was fuming in anger. In the end, May came to ruin everything for her again. It has always been Debra's dream to get married to the most powerful person and have a lot of connections. She wanted to be in the seat of power for a long time. Moreso, she had fallen for Jared the moment she found out it was him. She became so sure that she had a chance with him.

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If there was anything that was going to implicate a man who was a father and had portrayed himself as a loving parent to the public, then it was going to be the abandonment of a kid. "This woman. This Debra. Where can we find her?" Nodding, Sanchez did his job, striking the keyboard of his computer authoritatively. Debra's pictures appeared, alongside Terry Christian. It was beautiful, it was all I wanted. Terry seemed like a cloth cut out of Christian's cloth. They looked exactly alike, the same hair, chin, and even the eyes! "She lives in Tennessee now, which is just a few hours flight from here." I punched the air in victory.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

"I didn't realize you were so skilled. You even know how to handle this kind of bookkeeping." Debra smiled but gave him a playful eye roll. "Did you forget what I studied? I majored in finance. If I can't read these books, how could I ever manage a company?" Despite her light tone, Debra couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude toward Juan. In her past life, she had loved him deeply and had worked tirelessly to learn everything about finance just to help him. She'd absorbed knowledge quickly back then. If not for the foundation she built in that life, she wouldn't have understood any of this now.

The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief. And finally—dreams. Why does your brain invent full-length movies when you’re asleep? Sometimes thrilling, sometimes terrifying, sometimes just nonsense like riding a giraffe through a grocery store. If dreams are practice runs for reality, then I’m still waiting for the day when I have to save the world by sword-fighting a giant slice of cheesecake. Until then, I’ll just wake up confused, craving sugar. --- Word count: 608. Do you want me to make another one that’s equally random but in a different style—like poetic nonsense, conspiracy-theory style, or surreal comedy?

Though Lord knows, she felt like one. Jessica leaned back in her chair and forced her eyes to the computer. She blinked as the screen flashed, going from the word processing program to black. Damn. The last thing she needed was a computer breakdown. But then the screen flickered and she was given a view of an office. Her eyes widened. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing?