Failing No Nut November Novels & Stories

"Relax, Queen Vivi. We've got that fool jumping through hoops!" "Thank goodness Vivi took care of the deal, or you'd have had me looking like a joke!" I heard Vivian Fowler shouting on the other end before Clement quickly hung up. The painkiller in my IV didn't seem to help at all. My stomach was churning, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the ache in my chest. Clement texted me just a minute later. "Make sure you get the contract by tonight!" When the nurse entered to change my IV, I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow so she wouldn't see my tears. "Could you help me with the discharge process, please?"

Leone said. Norah met his gaze in the mirror. “Wow… you’re good! You do this a lot, don’t you? I honestly didn’t see you as the kind of guy who had to… buy his women.” Leone tightened his hands on her shoulders to freeze her in place. Her gaze met his again and Norah saw the danger there, stilling, hand on the zipper of the jacket. “Be very careful what you say to me, piccola.” “YOU want those vultures out there to believe we’re a couple,” she said slowly, with a small toss of her head to the front of the store. “I don’t have to. Or does your ego demand that I fall for you for real?”

That is if there's ever a repeat of this incident. "Hello?" Renata snaps her fingers in front of me to get my attention. I glance up and for a minute, I can't form words. "You're spacing out again." She frowns at me, crossing her hands over her chest. I follow her movement. She's putting on a peach nightie with a v-neck which has most of her bust in display. I'm unable to take my eyes off her chest for a while before I regain myself. "Sorry. What was the question again?"

The library’s drama, Naomi’s fragile yet commanding presence, Gerard’s unexpected reveal, Ruth’s viral downfall, and the astonishment of the fans—all of it unfolded perfectly for Lewiston’s sharp, calculating gaze. “So this is how it unfolds… Naomi, fragile as ever, parading her new life with Gerard by her side. Everyone sees her safe, untouchable. But she doesn’t know the storm I can bring, the chaos I can orchestrate. Ruth’s fall was only the beginning. And soon… very soon… they’ll all see what happens when I decide a game isn’t finished. I’ve bided my time, and patience has its price. Let them enjoy their moment. Let them breathe easy… because it won’t last.”

He did not even flinch at the burn. His eyes went wide. He started shouting orders in French to someone off camera. Noah just short circuited. The brilliant tactical mind behind the massive Velgrave empire shut down. His fingers went numb. The phone slipped right out of his hand. The device hit the concrete floor with a sharp crack, shattering the screen, leaving Adrian shouting from the broken speaker. Noah stared at my pale face. His breathing stopped.

Then, in real-time, the NOVA system failed, bringing down important test cities for Ethan's urban infrastructure models. Systems for traffic crashed. Grids of power flickered. The AI's forecasts sent out inaccurate data. Investors whispered uneasily. Already, reporters started typing their headlines. "Ethan Scott's AI Fails in Global Forum—Massive Embarrassment!" Ethan's thoughts were racing as he stood motionless. How had this occurred? He had examined his security firewalls three times. His group had put NOVA through a lot of testing. This was sabotage, not only a technological glitch. And he had been set up for failure by someone. Following the unsuccessful presentation, the minutes dragg

he said biting his fingers, acting like he was actually considering something. "Oh I'm sorry, no vacant positions. You can be my personal assistant if you want, I'm sorry but that's the only vacant position. Or you can be my mistress you know, then you'll be assured I'd take absolutely good care of you" he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk.

(NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW) "The levels are dropping, Pella! The life support in the lower sectors is failing because the filters are clogged with... with something I can't even identify!" Nomo’s voice was a frantic scream over the roar of the auxiliary generators. He was covered in soot and grease, his hands shaking as he tried to bypass the main power grid. The Citadel was dying. The lights were flickering in a rhythmic, sickly pattern, and the air was thick with the smell of dry, crumbling stone.

I took a jagged breath, focusing on the rhythmic clink of the heavy silver as my brothers and I carved into the massive hazelnut chocolate cake Martha had brought out. It was a Syndicate tradition—the final feast before the crown was passed. Teo, Nic, and I should have been doing this as a unit of four, if the Morettis had a shred of decency left in them. I watched Tatiana, Aienna, and Hria divvy up the slices, their laughter grating against my nerves. My Noir persona was restless, a low-frequency hum of anxiety vibrating in my chest that made me want to push the table over and burn rubber all the way back to the Estate. I knocked back another double of high-end bourbon, hoping to drown out

And then he vanished. I leaned back into the chair and sighed. How can I work with that plan? Tell her I had a bad dream, so I couldn’t sleep alone. While other managers were thinking of how to bring in more profits for their company, here I was thinking of how to sink my cock into a hole. To be fair, it wasn’t any hole. It was Victoria’s and fuck was she beautiful. ************* Seemed like the heavens were on my side. By 10:30 pm a blackout had occurred—all thanks to the heavy downpour.