Extra Works Hard Novels & Stories

*** Sorry for missing two updates, but I will update this till Friday to make up! ***

“Although it isn’t much, the additional five points in your stamina could affect your combat performance in a drawn-out battle.” Checking his new title and stats, Zen grinned. He finally had something to help with his poor stamina. === Title: Handyman Description: Helped the Three Pig Builder Brothers complete their house construction. Effects: Fame +10, Stamina +5 === “Wait, that’s all?” Damian asked when he compared his rewards to Zen’s and Oritha’s. “Why is mine different?” Looking at Damian’s reward screen, Zen raised a brow. === Title: Master Architect Description: Your expert design and engineering techniques made the building much safer for its occupants.

I saw my team’s face turned pale. I heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm not with myself this week." I admitted. I immediately browse the summary plan of the presentation. "I get their point in this plan. It's good. But maybe instead of me, why not we get Ms. Sheena and instead of 'So in love' we change the copy to 'Made for love' since Ms. Sheena is the designer of Inarez Bag and Mr. Gavin is the owner of Inarez."

She had work to do. ****

I held my head as he let go of the tight grip he had on my hair. "I specifically instructed you not to eat food today and you went out and bought snacks, as your punishment for that, you will be given extra chores and dont even dare think of eating any food tomorrow." I stared at Joshua with wide eyes. What does he mean extra chores? I sweep, wash the dishes, do the laundry, wash his car, take out the trash and cook. I possibly can't think of anymore chores I have to do. "What do you mean by extra chores?"

Gnomes had been doing this work for eons, so I just had to assume they knew what they were doing and trust them. We joined the work line and began hammering away. The three of us worked as a team, one chipping away with the pickaxe, while one hauled rubble away, and the other collected the precious metals and gems and sorted them. We rotated when the person with the pickaxe was tired. It was hard, sweaty, dirty work, but somehow felt rewarding to be doing work with a purpose. The gnomes had us focusing on sections higher up than they could ordinarily reach without a platform, and it was paying off, with us finding plenty they’d missed.

Cum swapping and kissing in work is next level. I got there numberd too

he answered, frowning angrily at me. I looked at him in shock. “You think you have it hard? You pay me a hundred and fifty bucks a month, Josh, that doesn’t even cover his food for goodness’ sake!” He had no idea how hard it was being single parent, working as hard as you can but still knowing that your wages weren’t enough to cover the bills each month. I hated to rely on people for anything, especially Josh, but I didn’t have a choice. If he didn’t pay my child support then DJ and I wouldn’t be able to get through the month – that was why I put up with his worthless ass.

The function running. The western thread active. The ordinary work continuing.

Combine the elements. *Send them back. Dead or alive. But take your fee. Let death run free.