Dirty One Liner Romane & Geschichten

Jate immediately called Celine. "What is it Mr. Woods?" "Can you transfer around one point six billion dollars to this account? I'll text you the account number!" "Ok sir I'll do it right away." Then Celine immediately transfered the money to that account. After a while the middle age man recieved a text message alert on his phone, when he read the message, his eyes got widened,. "Is this true?" He said with his eyes sparkling. He can't believed it the original price was doubled.

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A Luna? I clenched my fists, nails digging into my dirty palms. “I’d rather rot in that dungeon than pretend to be something I’m not,” I spat The old woman’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Then you’ll rot,” she said simply. “And when the Idris returns, don’t expect mercy. You will only eat if you obey him", The reminder of Idris with his golden eyes sent a fresh wave of unease through me, but I refused to show it. I refused to let them break me.

ANDY’S POV I gulp down the bottle of water as I wait for the bus to arrive. The sun these days have not been friendly, and thankfully too, because I don’t think I could bare a cold weather. I had missed the first bus so I had to wait for the second one. I was feeling tired already and I couldn’t wait to just get home. I didn’t want to seat down because the station seats were not looking like they wanted to be sat on. I can’t even try to think about the last time this place has been cleaned. It’s so dusty and dirty and there is trash everywhere. What’s worse, it is on the seat.

Please. Please let the path be clear.

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I was done running, and death seemed like a welcome escape from this endless pursuit. For the first four days after our return, I was kept in isolation, confined to a dark room lit only by candles. Luciana was the only one allowed to enter, and I was grateful for her presence. The silence and darkness were suffocating, but I held onto the hope that this ordeal would soon pass.

I just walked beside him in silence, lost in my own thoughts. We checked in, and a young man from the reception led us to a private room. When we reached the place, which resembled a honeymoon suite, Lucien casually sat on the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt. He picked up the phone beside him. “Tell the minister that we’ve arrived. And bring drinks and dinner for two. The guest won’t eat with us; he’s on a diet.” he said with a slightly ironic tone. Then he hung up the phone. “Minister?”

I grab the test before I can chicken out and hold it up. Two lines. Pregnant.