Face Time With Eight Novels & Stories

​Text Message, 8:00 AM: ​“Mr Cole. I have reviewed your ‘urgent’ prospectus. The ROI figures are compelling, but your proposed alliance structure is a non-starter for The Williams Group. However, there is a tangential opportunity that aligns with your stated ambition in the renewable sector. I would like to schedule a face-to-face meeting to discuss a potential joint venture for the upcoming City Eco-Grid project. Come to my office. Today. 10 AM Sharp. Don’t bring your CFO. Just you. – AW” ​The message was a masterclass in controlled counter-aggression.

April gasps, then passes the phone to August, who face mirrors theirs. Emma just stares at me the entire time, and I can see it clearly on her face, she knows that the curiousity must be killing me. "Here you go." August says, giving me the phone. On her screen, they are three children, two girls and a boy -- the boy looks so much like I do, it is like staring at the past, and the girls, fuck. My knees buckle with the information, and I grip the couch before I fall to the ground, making the phone fall from my hand.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Her perfect face appeared at the door. “So, this is where you been hiding?” she said crossing her arms slim arms. “I was telling Rin that you bought us pizza and she said it will make her fat!” Eight shared the joke still bursting into laughter. “Oh really?” she sarcastically asked. “Guess Rin enjoys being bony, Now come Eight breakfast is ready,” Eight climbed down the bed heading to Rosie’s hands. “Rin are you not coming?” he asked with his eyes set on me. “Go on, I’ll catch up,” I quickly replied avoiding Rosie’s gaze.

“Okay, then I’ll drop the call now. I’ll just see you tomorrow,” “Come early tomorrow,” Liana was about to put the phone away from her ear when she received that response. “Because you want to see me?” Liana questioned as she remembered what Kai had said the other day. “I have an early meeting tomorrow,” Liana’s only advantage that time was them not talking to each other face to face. If they are, she’d probably melt in shame. “Ah yeah… Okay bye,” Liana quickly ended the call.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

That night, I slept better than I had in over a decade. When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of missed calls and messages. I glanced through them briefly—Don, Nevaeh, Camden, and even those who had once bullied me were all among the senders. I blocked each one of them without hesitation. After coming downstairs and enjoying breakfast with my grandparents, the butler, Elliot Garcia, hurried in to announce, "Mr. Saccone Senior, Mrs. Saccone Senior, Ms. Magnolia, there's someone at the door from the Scott family."

In about 20mins, we had her face totally cleaned up and just applied very little make up enough to make her face bold. Few minutes after we finished her makeup, We heard her phone ring and when she picked up, it was Chris. He had called to find out if she was set for their date. After the call, Courtney gave me one last hug and left my place to hers where Chris had to come pick her up from. About 20mins later, she heard a knock on their door. She immediately knew it was Chris and hurriedly opened up. Chris was dressed in a black suit, a white shirt and black shoes. He looked all official and held a small jewelry box.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

My girlfriend, Olivia, had one way of measuring how much I loved her: how fast I replied. In the two years we dated, she blocked me 88 times. The first time, I was in the shower and missed her call. The 17th time, I was bringing her coffee when I missed a message asking for extra ice. The 56th time, I was at dinner with a client and didn't respond quickly enough to a video she'd sent me. This time, I worked until ten and missed the 9:50 p.m. movie she'd asked me to see with her. I told her there was a problem with the project and my manager wouldn't let me leave. She just laughed. "Anyone who really loves me would make it to a movie even with ten minutes' notice." When I got home that night,