Don't Mind By Kent Jones Novels & Stories

I check the highest bid and continue, "I wouldn't be comfortable spending 100k on a week-long trip when I could easily do it for 10k and donate the rest of the money. The trip at 10k wouldn't even be a budget trip, I would be able to do a lot with that budget." He looks at me assessingly for a moment then says, "That's a very unique perspective in a room like this." "Not living in a penthouse means I quite literally have a different perspective than everyone in this room," I joke. He smiles and looks like he's about to respond when his face transforms back into its normal cold expression. "Jessica," he says with no emotion. I turn immediately to face Jessica, the natural instinct to never fa

Jason looked restless, constantly glancing at his watch as if waiting for someone. A few groomsmen stood by his side. They were his usual close buddies, the ones who always made bets about me. Their expressions weren't too good either. Even from a distance, I caught fragments of their grumbling. "Don't tell me Jennifer's actually serious about not coming?" At those words, Jason's face darkened further. He pulled out his phone to call someone, but the line never connected. The more he tried, the more agitated he became, as if something slipped completely out of his control.

The drive to school felt longer than usual. My hands were on the steering wheel, but my mind was somewhere else. Vanessa in my kitchen. Vanessa smiling calmly. Ben saying, Trust me. Trust. That word again. What if I was trusting the wrong person? What if I was fighting the wrong enemy? “Mama.” Eli’s voice pulled me back. “Yes, my love?” “You don’t have to overthink so much.” I looked at him. He was serious. “Ela and I are with you,” he said softly. “We understand.”

"I'll give you all of the Marlowe family's territory! Call it my apology. I'm begging you, come back to me!" "If you won't, I'd rather die right here!" His face was soaked in tears of regret, and the words he screamed carried the taste of blood. "You've become a laughingstock," I said. "Your seat as Don was already hanging by a thread." I spread my hands. "And here you are, wasting your time, begging me. The other Dons are ruthless wolves. Do you really think you can hold your territory?" "I can't speak for the rest." I fired my last shot. "But I'd bet my life that right now, my father is swallowing your territory whole."

Heart rate: elevated (approximately 130 bpm) Respiratory rate: shallow, rapid Blood pressure: spiking “Let me get this straight. You kidnapped me, offered me a job, and now you're blackmailing me?" "I prefer to think of it as aggressive recruitment." "That's not funny.” “Most people don't argue with me, Jane." "Most people aren't doctors who watched one man try to kill them for having a conscience. I did what you ask. Now let me go.” "I can't do that. You have twenty-four hours to decide." He stood, heading for the door. "I don't need twenty four hours! I already know my answer!” He paused, hand on the doorframe waiting.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

Kent chuckled, "Noblefull Group Jewelry has gained international recognition within a short period. Mr. Marcus, your achievements are remarkable. It's a shame that it took W City so long to produce a brand worth showcasing. I simply want you to continue developing Noblefull Group Jewelry." "Is it that simple?" Mr. Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Young man, when you reach my age, you'll find that things aren't as complicated as you think," Kent laughed, leaving Mr. Marcus feeling a bit embarrassed. Jessica smiled and intervened, "Thank you so much, Mr. Kent. This is more effective than going out to raise funds." It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish. "You're welcome, Miss," Kent