Deep Ainsel Well Novels & Stories

Chapter Eighteen “You are very good in this.” He said in a sweet tone. “I am a healer Sir, so with my acupuncture needle, healing was a piece of cake for me.” Alexis said, she continued to work in John. “What is your name girl?” John asked again, his eyes still remained shut together. “I am Alexis air, I gave no third name.” Alexis said without fear any longer, "So tell me Alexis; why did you desperately want to die?" John asked again in an aloof tone, just as Jude was aloof all the time.

“For an anthropologist and archaeologist, there is no better resource for accurate and factual accounts of real history than a walking, talking piece of it.” “We are not reassuring Heath,” Talen told him with mild reprimand. “Why are we reassuring Heath?” Aislen wondered, sipping her wine. A flash of lighting lit the room, making Aislen realize how dark it had gotten. She paused to count out the seconds between the flash and the boom that would follow. It was a distant rumble but sounded impressive. She shivered and leaned back into Talen who hummed low in his throat as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her back tighter against him.

It can only record audio, so sign language would be fine. Following what Ains stated, I promptly asked, "Who might you be?" to which Ains responded with a polite and formal introduction of herself. "I am Ainspenser, a human that will be serving you as a maid. Madam." I then awkwardly welcomed her. And not to make it pretty obvious that we know each other, we just acted like we were just awkwardly getting to know each other, and we could only properly communicate when she said she'd help me bathe.

When he caught a glimpse of Shawn the first time after five years, Ivan's mouth began to water, driven by a strong curiosity to find out what he had been up to since college. From just looking at his picture to closely watching his numerous televised interviews, it was undeniable that Shawn had a commanding presence. Standing tall at an impressive height, he emitted an aura of confidence and charm. His piercing deep blue eyes, highlighted by well-groomed dark eyebrows, sharp jaw, and his jet black hair styled to perfection seemed to hold a spark of ambition, determination, and something else that Ivan couldn't describe that made his blood run cold.

Perhaps a way to keep her dignity intact, even when the world seemed determined to strip it away. Rachel nodded, tucking the check into her bag. She wanted to ask more questions, to push Eloise further, but she could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She would wait for the girl to open up in her own time. Meanwhile, Ainsley stood alone in a luxurious penthouse, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city below. The last traces of sunlight were fading, casting long shadows across the room. He had a cigarette between his slender fingers, the smoke curling up into the air in delicate spirals. The ashes fell to the floor, and Ainsley barely seemed to notice as the cigarette burned down

A man worth millions in corporate assets, CEO of a logistics empire, educated at Yale, and he was on the floor like a dog, head bowed. She stood by the window, pouring bourbon into a square glass. Her silhouette cut against the city skyline like a blade forged in fire. Her heels clicked as she walked to him, sharp and cold like everything about her. “Take off your clothes,” Selene Voss said. He obeyed. Each button, each motion, was trembling reverence. He was older, mid-thirties, thick jaw, strong chest but he looked smaller beneath her. Stripped of his power. Naked not just in body but in desperation.

I assured him. With a final countdown from my boss, the interview commenced. "Hello and welcome to BBC News. I'm Arianna Fletcher, and today, I have the privilege of interviewing Knight Wayne, CEO of Forte, the second wealthiest company in the world," I announced. "Could you please introduce yourself?" I posed the question I had prepared diligently. "I'm Knight Wayne, the proprietor of Forte Company," came his chilly response. "Here's a question from your fans: What's the truth behind the rumors about

she said, smiling. I wrinkled my nose. “Does it show?” She laughed. “I’m Amber. It shows because only the newbies come in here looking bright and cheerful. I’ll take you back and show you where to get your security pass.” “Thank you. I’m Sade, by the way.” She nodded. “I know. I had you down for starting today.” “Ah, so you knew I was coming,” I joked. “Yes, and you do look way too chipper for a medical research specialist.”

Sara sat in the back row of the lecture hall, her legs pressed tightly together under the desk. Professor Kane stood at the front, writing notes on the whiteboard. His deep voice filled the room as he explained the chapter on modern literature. He was tall and fit for a man in his late thirties, with short dark hair that had a little gray at the temples and sharp eyes that seemed to notice everything. Sara could not stop staring at him. She did not know exactly when it started, but lately she had become completely obsessed with her professor.