Dynamic Novels & Stories

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“Yeah, I was afraid of that response.” I step closer. “Aidan.” He looks at me. And for a moment, it’s him again. Clear. Focused. Present. “If you can’t pull back,” I say, “then you don’t go further.” “That’s not how this works.” “That’s exactly how this works.” He shakes his head. “The connection isn’t static. It’s dynamic. If I stop progressing, it adjusts. It compensates.” Matteo raises a hand. “I would like to vote against anything that involves it compensating.”

Almost. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

Accounted for every variable. Nothing would go wrong.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

The man sitting on his black leader throne continued his interrogation calmly. The head of the finance department felt himself shrinking as his boss seemed too calm, his stares penetrating his soul, everyone knew those eyes is where his power resided. It was well known that it's more satisfactorily when the boss lashed out, because when he acts too calm he becomes was a ticking bomb. " How do you plan to fix this issue?" He demanded. " 2,7 % is almost 3%, I mean if you round off is 3% right? " She murmured under her breath.

Damien asked me as he took my hand in his. I hesitated but only for a minute. And decided why not. We was just having fun. It was innocent. We danced and talk. Shared laughs. Just enjoying each other company. The later it got. The drinker we got. After about three bottles of wine, i was ready to call it a night. I stood up from the couch. "Goodnight, Damien. This was fun." I told him. "Goodnight, Shunshine. Thank you for letting me be here." He replied.

I was wondering whether I was actually seeing a scene from a movie or not. "How much impact can this car bear?" I turned my face to her when I heard her question. "Pretty much, it's a bullet proof one." "Fuck you." I heard such rash words from her for the first time. I don't know for what reason she got angry. Was she angry because the car was bullet proof? Randhir opened the bags kept behind the car. Yes we did carry weapons too. He brought out a gun. Due to a sudden jerk the dashboard got opened and Myra's eyes got shocked when she saw the colt python pistol in there. I took that in my hand.

-You're a hybrid- I stay still in my place, when I'm about to turn I receive a strong blow on my head leaving me in absolute darkness.