Failing No Nut November Novels & Stories

“Must’ve been a funeral or something.” Novalee chuckled but felt a twinge of unease. “Sounds weird for people from a funeral to come to a fetish club.” Greysen busied themselves with the equipment, calling out the next name on the signup list: “Dominus Reign!” Nova glanced at the cluster of onlookers as her mind drifted—back to last week’s encounter with Dante Santoro. A man like him was impossible to forget, though she dearly wished she could. Cigarette smoke inside a building—of all places. She remembered how his white eyes pierced her with sharp amusement when she stood her ground. He’d been used to instant compliance, and for a moment, she thought he might refuse to listen.

She pouted her lips and pocked him in his tummy. "Ok ok, now you don't be upset. You are always awesome" he pacified her when he looked at her pout. Nina hid her smile. "Theo, safe" she pointed at the book case where the safe is being hidden. Someone was in a hurry, so they didn't close the book case. It worked out in their favour. "What do you think will be the passcode?" she asked him outloud. He smirked. "Nova is so self centred, that he won't bother to keep a passcode which might be his birthday or something which is equally important to him. So first let's try with his birthday" Theo suggested.

There was a white beautiful mansion Named 'PRATAP Villa'. It was a holiday. The clock's hands were on at 11:15 am. In the backyards of the mansion, there are three big big sizes of Mango trees standing there with raw mangoes. "Kunwar Sa, be careful. Don't fall." Naina yelled from the ground and there Sameer is on the tree branch plucking raw mangos for her. "Aina, if people come to know that the CEO of such a big empire is climbing a tree and plucking mangoes like a monkey, then everyone will laugh at me."

Ma don't come close, my camera is on and thousands of people are watching live. I decided to goad Abdul one last time. "Even if you kill me, the apartment goes to my parents. Every last Kobo of what I own goes to…them." I could no longer wheeze and tried to cough. A thought occured to me that many times in the movies, in seconds a person would choke another to death. It's untrue, it takes about two minutes to successfully choke a person. "Just die." He reached out and flung me. Four things happened. I saw my scarf fall off first, second, I saw my life flash before my eyes like a movie and third, after my fall unto the fence, I felt the pain of the broken bottles the developer used as guard f

Nico’s stomach rumbled again, and he cursed inwardly, making two decisions. The first was that he would keep the beard, maybe forgo wearing his contacts altogether for as long as he remained in America (though the bridge of his nose hurt a little right then, meaning: the contacts would have to remain on for the rest of that morning), and the second; as soon as he was done with Murchison, he’d ask Frank to take him to a pastry shop—any would do really, as long as they sold donuts.

LUCILLE The credits rolled in concluding the first film. Small chatters carried on around the living room. Luke had went to get tarts for me. All I needed was a sugar rush to keep me going all night. I peeked inside the kitchen from my spot. Luke was taking extra time. Before I could protest, a shattering shrill caused me to cover my ears. In no time Adam was hovering over me, forcing my head down towards his chest. But the force caused me to fall on my side, near the shattered glass window. A prickling pain shot through my arm as my heart raced at the sight of the gun Adam used to shoot towards the broken glass doors.

I pointed at them, unable to hide my envy. "Sylvia, look. That's amazing." She wrapped her hand around my frozen fingers and looked at me with bright, determined eyes. "Just wait. One day, I'll make the most beautiful fireworks in the city bloom just for you." Now she could. But the man standing beneath those fireworks was Kenny. The video kept playing. The camera shifted. Sylvia held a sparkling lucky-charm necklace and carefully fastened it around the baby in Kenny's arms. My breathing caught. A sharp ache spread through my chest.

As she listened to her assistant on the phone, her brows tightened more and more. "Shaun picked that plot out in the suburbs himself! He said it was a guaranteed win. How is there an old burial site under it? Now, we can't even get our money back? And those new EVs went through every test we had. How are they all suddenly failing?" Helen looked terrified, while Joan looked furious. At the same time, they both turned to me. For a second, I thought they finally realized I had been telling the truth and regretted what they had done to me.

But how had that ended for me? I had forfeited my life, but Luis barely took a second glance at me. Right then, my maid, Winona Turner, rushed in. When I saw her face, I remembered how she had been paid off by Bianca to poison me in the previous timeline. As expected, when she saw Enzo in the room, she walked up to me and taunted, “Save it, Mrs. Marconi. Your attempt to win Mr. Marconi’s sympathy won’t work! And forget using this old man, too! If you think you’ll make Mr. Marconi jealous this way, you’re dead wrong! Mr. Marconi will rip you apart once I tell him you endangered the baby to sleep around with an old man!”