Divergent In Order Novels & Stories

Trent’s limp was much more apparent as we moved. “Sit,” I ordered. “I’ll wait in line.” “I’m fine,” he said in a low voice. “Sitting tends to make it worse.” “Standing isn’t any better. Sit. Now.” He grinned. “Not even my wife, and you’re already ordering me around.” I winked. “Damn straight.”

But the dream glowed quietly within him. "Not nervous," she said with a smirk. "Even if you kidnapped me, I wouldn't be afraid." Dougal chuckled. "If that's how you feel, then let's just call it a surprise. We're almost there." "Good. Talk to me about something else so I can stop thinking about it." "What do you want to talk about?" "About the orders. You mentioned them earlier—did they go well? Are you finished?" "We were a little nervous, especially my father," Dougal said. "But yes. We got them. Goal achieved."

I need to make an appointment with the nearest iStore so I can go there soon. Exactly at 13h00, the door opened up, and Uuka walked in. This guy is giving off gangster vibes straight. He's wearing a white vest with a gold chain and dark blue jeans with Jordan sneakers. His cap is worn backwards and has a matchstick in his mouth. He rubs together his hands as he walks to me. “Aweh sisi.” He sits on the table. I close my laptop already annoyed. “I'm not your sister until the DNA tests say so.” He just shakes his head and plays with the matchstick in his mouth.

frustration was clear in her voice but Ashton didn't budge. " Cause like you said, I am your boss. So now follow my order and dance with me then I will let you go to that caveman. " Ashton stated and Bella's eyes went wide, her words backfired. Ashton knew it was stupid or more of a dumb explanation but anyway he was desperate.

"You said we were going back to the penthouse together. You promised." "Nilah, stop," Darien gritted out through his teeth, his voice a dangerous, low growl that shook with genuine frustration. He looked directly at me now, his eyes dark with an unhinged focus. "This isn't a game. It's a manual fleet exemption that requires my physical signature on a secure terminal at the Teterboro airfield in forty minutes. I am doing this to protect the merger. I am doing this to protect your father's shares."

Elias left the office with his awareness humming low and steady, the system rearranging itself around him in subtle ways. He understood now that fracture did not always announce itself as chaos. Sometimes, it arrived as order, claimed by the wrong hands.

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

At Olivia’s words, the three of them finally shifted their attention away from her and remembered me. My father frowned instinctively. “Don’t worry about her. She just wants everyone focused on her. When will she finally grow up?” A flash of irritation crossed my mother’s face. “It’s just an Order of the Night. They give it out every three years.” “Doesn’t she know Olivia’s Commencement only happens once? Why does she have to throw a tantrum on a day like this?” Olivia puckered her lips playfully at my mother. “Mom, don’t say that. Bella would be hurt if she heard it.”

“What?” “Ah-ah-I’m sup-ssssss-ssssssss-sup-supposed t-t-t-t-t-t-t-to ssss-st-sstay w-w-wi-“ I mentally cursed my inability to properly speak as Soren cut me off abruptly. “Look, I’ve got my orders and I don’t have time to listen to your stuttering mess of whatever it is you’re trying to say.”

I muttered and pressed the bridges of my nose. How can I delay that handling of the position to me? Not now, they know what I am planning, but it seems like ... ugh! No time. Pressing my lips, not to swear, I need to calm down and think. The organization was so important to me, but for now, I can’t be worth it unless Alexandro’s abuse and evil stop and I find her again. Not now. For now, I need to think of a good excuse for them. That’s right. There’s always a solution.