Ennard Fixed Novels & Stories

He was promised by Chairman Jonathan, that Manganese Arms Manufactures LTD will be given to him, as well as all the benefits, that comes with it as well as becoming the candidates to become the Future of Jonathan Group Chairman, should he succeeds. But to his surprise, after a year and a half of constant, negotiations, schemes and dirty works, he still unable to get the Company. No matter what he does, Robert Corn resisted everything and refuses to let go of his company, This has proven to be a big problem to Mr.Kennard, after his unremarkable performance has disappoint Chairman Jonathan, he was then given a week to make sure that the company become his. As the pressure becomes higher and hi

The doctor stated, and I think my knees got weaker. "Does she have any more relatives? We need to do this as soon as possible." He continued, and something came into my mind... "Her dad." I blurted out, and Eden nodded. "Yes, her father." She stated, and the doctor nodded. "Where is he? There's a big possibility that they'd match." He asked, and we got our hopes back. Red, just hang on in there. You'll be fine. You should be fine. "The problem is... I don't have his contact number. Oh, my God, David, you're so stupid!" Eden let out, and we're in panic again.

Adam asked as he gave me my bag. I nodded in response. He is my ride so I can’t really refuse. “See you later, Nerd.” I felt a smile threatening to make an appearance at the nickname, causing me to remember our first conversation. I’m growing fond of this guy and I have no idea whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

I can handle this," "Maddie. It's too-dangerous." "We can't afford to wait that long. Just keep going," The more the reapers attacked us, the weaker my construct became. "Hold on," Natalee said as she gestured her hands. She froze to me around us, allowing us to get even further to the flying base. But just as we got closer, the reapers hole I created from dentonatong my construct. Eric manipulated his dome into the main floor of the fortress before being for to release it as we fell to the ground.

“Then how the hell did it get in there?” “That,” Nero said, his voice lowering like the calm before a hurricane, “is what I intend to find out.” And with that, he placed the chip on the desk, his amber eyes reflecting the tiny device that had turned his world inside out. “But I think I have a faint idea of what happened.”

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

Down below, the Head of Security, Miller, held up a phone so my father could see me. ​"I'm not coming back, Dad," I said, my voice cracking. "You can't force me." ​"I don't need to force you, Chloe," my father said through the speaker. The camera on his end shifted. I saw a man in a sniper’s nest, his rifle pointed directly through the window of Elias’s apartment—straight at the back of Elias’s head. "Look at the red dot on the boy's neck, Chloe. It’s been there for three minutes."

“It gets oxidized to NAD+, and the electrons move through the complexes, pumping protons and eventually driving ATP synthase.” “Excellent,” Mr. Patel said. “That’s exactly it.” Kathleen turned in her seat just enough that only I—and maybe the two people behind her—could hear. “Fat whore,” she muttered under her breath. I felt a instant pang of sadness at the insult. Mr. Patel’s head snapped toward her. “Excuse me?” Kathleen blinked innocently. “What? I didn’t say anything.” “I heard you,” he said, voice sharp. “And so did half the class. To the Principal’s office. Now.”

It was built by staring at the horizon and seeing something no one else could see. He walked the length of the table, his boots steady on the teak deck, making deliberate eye contact with each board member. He saw fear, avarice, curiosity, and stubborn resistance. “You’re worried about the storm? " He gestured grandly toward the windows, where the rain was now falling in a furious, blinded sheet, blurring the glittering city to a smeared watercolor. "The Nereid won't fear the storm. She's built for it. Her stability systems are neurologically integrated with her propulsion; she doesn't fight the waves like a brute, she reads them, she rides them.". The energy of that pitch—" he paused as the

Kai didn’t move. Her eyes went to Damian. Damian nodded once. Kai tapped the screen. A secure message thread appeared on the wall display. Encrypted routing, multiple relay points. Every step hidden behind financial networks and dead communication channels. But the sender was clear. Renard. The name sat on the screen like a quiet explosion. Marcus straightened. “Elaborate.” Adrian gestured lazily with his cuffed hands. “Renard contacted one of my dormant channels this morning.” Damian’s voice remained cold.