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and "Good job, Gen Z!" I straightened up, observing the smug faces in the audience. "Due to my stubbornness and conservatism, I neglected everyone's emphasis on personal time and caused you all immense inconvenience. I sincerely apologize to everyone here." The applause grew even louder. Larry even stood up and shouted, "Mr. Sander, to admit one's mistakes and correct them is a great virtue!" Cynthia proudly pointed the camera at me, as if showing off her spoils. I waited for the applause to subside before changing the subject. "To truly return freedom and choice to everyone, I've decided to make a disruptive adjustment to this year's team-building plan after one night of careful considerati

Scott pressed some buttons and handed Darren a hot cup of dishwater. "It's completely normal to be nervous, Darren," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "You're in good hands here. Now, the first thing I always do is to double check on your requirements for today's session. You have booked a Bronze package, which is a single three hour session. You said at the consultation that you attempted anal sex with your girlfriend, but that it was, in your words, a disaster. Correct?"

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re

Susan gasped. “He texted too,” she added, I screamed, covering my face. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. That was beyond embarrassing, It was the end of me.

And thanks to my fast reflexes and rock-hard ankles, I stick the dismount and land within reaching distance of him. “I’m sorry,” he says, his eyes wide and puppy-dog sad. “For what?” I ask, because I’ve read enough books to know that an apology doesn’t count unless the apologizer can explain what they did wrong. “For making you feel like what we have isn’t meaningful. For saying you don’t know me. You probably know me better than anyone here, and you’re a—”

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

They don't want a dog that bites; they want a gentle dog that they can easily hold by the neck. ❝I am faithful to the person who is also faithful to me, and I am kind to the person who is also kind to me.❞ he showed his honesty. ❝What do I want to tell? I will give, and you will also give.❞ he promised. ❝How many grammes do you need? ❞ Raven asked, ready to give him what he needed. ❝Not grammes, kilos.❞ he corrects what he needs.

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.