Exo 2014 Novels & Stories

Another bad decision waiting to happen. Jenna strolled in, grinning like she had won the lottery. “I come in peace—with a news piece.” I barely looked up. “If it’s about your latest reality TV obsession, I’m not interested.” She slid into the chair beside me, resting her chin on her hands. “Oh, this is better. Much better.” I sighed. “Fine. What is it?” She leaned in. “Word around the office is that Damien Carter rejected the chairman’s daughter.”

Letting go of Elena, I clutched my chest tightly, my eyes clenching tightly as I found myself crouching to the ground on my knees. “What the fuck did you give me?”

My plan for Alex Oliver was to make him as simple as the next man beside us. Alex wasn't hot—he was cute. Alex didn't have any flashy cars—he had a bicycle. He wasn't the CEO of any billionaire company, just a normal twenty seven year old doing his normal stuff.

Unknown POV I can’t stop staring at the unwanted invitation that is lounging on my desk right now. Just looking at it causes my heart to palpitate. The invitation reads, Mr. Ralph Lewis and Mrs. Sylvia Lewis humbly request the pleasure of your company at a Celebration, on the 3rd of September, at 4 pm at our estate. Kindly RSVP by August 29th. Dress Code: Cocktail Attire. We look forward to sharing this special occasion with you.

Sienna reprimanded. Aria did not pay her any attention as she asked her colleagues, “Can someone care to explain what exactly is going on?” Damian’s cold voice rang across the room, “Galaxy Phase II quotation has been leaked, and we have lost the tender.” “What?”

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Her questions cut through me like a knife, reopening old wounds. I recounted the fateful day when I returned home from work to discover a note from her mother. In that letter, she expressed her desire to chase her dreams and promised to return with wealth. However, time had passed, and there had been no trace of her since. The years slipped away, and as Cardy stood before me at twenty-four years old, it seemed increasingly unlikely that her mother was still alive. The reality of this truth brought forth a deluge of tears from my eyes, a mixture of grief and heartache pouring forth. In the midst of an intense moment, I seized the opportunity to pour out my thoughts to her. I spoke softly but