Extra For A Limited Time Novels & Stories

I flipped violently to the next page, my eyes catching on another highlighted block of text. Section 3.2: Freelance and Professional Vetting. All freelance makeup clients, off-campus locations, and external appointments must be submitted via the Ambrose Core portal forty-eight (48) hours in advance. No appointments may be conducted in private residences without prior background clearance from Ambrose Group Security personnel.

“The trust, the peace, the fact that we can finally be… fully us.” Grayson stepped closer, one hand brushing my hair back, the other resting lightly on my waist. “Then let’s make it… memorable,” he said, voice low and full of want. He pulled me toward the bed with a playful grin, the velvet box already waiting on the nightstand—our familiar collection of cuffs, blindfold, flogger, paddle, warming oil, and a new addition; soft nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. "Thought we'd add a little more tonight," he murmured, voice tender and teasing. "To celebrate how far we have come."

Giya hissed icily. The cashier replied without the slightest sincerity, “We’d certainly like to—but you must forgive us, miss… These gift sets are only limited to fifty pieces per day—and the fiftieth has just been given to Mr. Laver. Perhaps if you come again tomorrow, I’ll make sure I reserve a set just for you!”

I interrupted her as I downloaded the app on my phone. “Yes, there is a private members room, but you have to subscribe to it. It costs ninety-nine dollars per month, and I’m not a subscriber.” “Subscribe, and help me search for anything unique there.” “Dr. Ant, almost everything sold here is unique and exquisite,” Leng explained. “What exactly do you want?” “Use your intuition and shortlist those you find unusual, and start with those listed in the past week." "Intuition? That is what you always say when you are not sure what you want to do."

one of the elders spoke while looking at the Alpha. Alpha Alcide nodded and the elder stood up, picked up the letter, and started reading it. “ Dear Alpha Alcide, I write this letter not only on behalf of me but also on behalf of my entire pack. I want both packs to come to the understanding that a war would only create more chaos and destruction. Also, it would only waste time and might even be futile in the future. So, I would love us to draw a truce, but of course, we would love to compensate your pack as we took the first attack. On this note, we would like to drop one of our pack members, my daughter, to be your wife. You can decide if you want to make her your Luna or not, the choice i

1 week later. Without notice, a week has passed. Everything felt so peaceful and there was absolutely nothing to bother Renee. However, it bores Renee because she just has to work in peace like this. That's because right after Renee entered the company, the next day Robin and the secretary and son-in-law, Bryan, went on overseas service, so inevitably Renee could no longer meet her uncle and Bryan. Renee wanted to tease her uncle. That's because Robin's attitude looks uneasy when facing Renee makes Renee very happy. Robin's attitude which looks restless and also confused is very clear in Renee's eyes.

"That's absurd! Ms. Malone was just hosting me as a client. Is that a crime?" Adeline whipped around to him with a mocking cackle. "Our products are for high-end customers. Your cheap getup probably doesn't even add up to $200. Do you really qualify as a client? Give me a break. I bet Bessie paid you to show up and freeload." David Esposito's face flushed with anger. He jabbed a finger at her. "You..." "What?" Adeline slapped his hand away. "You've got some nerve trying to freeload at our place. Get out now, or I'll have security throw you out!"

“That cake looks so lame! I prefer the one Aunt Pearl bought for me. It has a picture of Ultraman on it.” James shielded Max with his body. “Max was the one who said not to invite you along today. You went too far last time.” I narrowed my eyes and gave it some thought. By “last time”, James probably meant the time Max grabbed a little girl’s gift and shoved her when she refused to give it to him. I had made him apologize. So that was going too far? I nodded and did not retort, cleaning up the food on the table. James took Max to wash up and then hugged me from behind with his wet hands, holding out a small paper bag. “Pearl told me to give you this. She said a mother should be remembered an

"I'm calling for a town hall meeting tomorrow at 9:00 am. We will be addressing serious violations by certain senior executives. The company will not tolerate misconduct." I stared at the message and recalled Jake's cold betrayal. Then, I sent a text to Mr. Skylar. "There's something I'd like to flag for you regarding the 50-million deal and the subcontractor involved, Mr. Skylar. Tomorrow at 9:00 am, I invite you to come to our company for a little show. After all, your money doesn't grow on trees."

I asked, petrified to learn (and possibly incriminate myself) more. “Three million, actually,” he said casually. “What?” I exclaimed, not at all believing what I was hearing. Jase continued casually, as if this were a shareholder meeting for a shoe company. “One million of that is for you personally, another portion will be your budget to rebrand the club, and the remainder is for me to use as needed during the transitional period.” “Oh, only a million for me? Is that all?” I mocked. “And what exactly is a ‘transitional period’?”