Fired Book Novels & Stories

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

I exclaimed loudly completely forgetting that I was on the phone with someone “You are going to go out on me now?” Sebastian asked “Err? No…. No way, you are my buddy” I said subconsciously as I went on with reading “Then pick me up in an hour, we are getting late” Some people go missing after the tests, the treatment is a scam. I widened my eyes in horror “No fucking way” I shouted surprised by that misconception. What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel”

Brixtius replies. "How do you know what I am?" "I have been all over the provinces. I have seen all manner of people, and I have excellent instincts about individuals," Brixtius pauses to consider his next words before speaking. "When I saw you, I knew you were out of place at Madame Corydon's. Her whores usually have no life left in their eyes, their spirits broken. You still have so much spirit, which means that you were newly acquired. And I don't want to see your fire extinguished. You seem familiar to me. Something that reminds me of my late wife," he finishes.

"Has she gone insane? I officially announce that she's fired!" He took his phone out and called the HR department. "Hello. It's me, Alex Hammond. Prepare a termination report for Lucy from the sales department right now. As for the reason, you can state in the report that she disrespected her boss and broke our company's rules!" After shouting all that, Alex ended the call and glared at me. "Today, I'll show you the consequences of getting on my wrong side." An uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Shermaine was the only one who was scanning the room with a contemptuous look in her eyes.

I felt my stomach tighten. "And?" Nathan pressed. Vanessa looked away briefly. "The first time was when a business partner tried to expose him." My pulse quickened. "What happened?" I asked. Vanessa hesitated. "He burned the man's company to the ground." Nathan's expression didn't change. Neither did mine. Because somehow that wasn't the answer I'd been expecting. Vanessa noticed. "Not literally," she clarified. "Financially." A pause. "He spent six months destroying every contract the guy had. Every client. Every investor relationship."

"So grateful that my Dad came to my graduation. He really loves me a lot!" I was stunned as I carefully scrutinized the photo. The smiling man in the photo was my father. Yvonne was standing next to him, and it did look like they had a close relationship. My heart sank. I immediately called my father, but no one picked up the call. Yvonne was enraged that I was ignoring her. "Just you wait, Natalia. I'll make sure you pay for this!" She took action right away. That night, I received a letter from my company informing me that I was fired. Aside from that, my passport, ID, and every other document I had went missing.

“Look how terrified that poor intern is in the video, she didn’t even dare to fight back. This Bennett woman is pure evil!” “Dox her! Find out who this toxic bitch is and ruin her life!” “I support doxing her! Make sure she can never find another job in the entire tech industry ever again!” “Awesome move by the CEO! Fire her! A bad apple like her should have been cleared out a long time ago!” “I feel so bad for the little intern. So much talent, yet she gets bullied by a lazy old-timer.”

Her hand moved. Fast. Reaching for something on the table beside her. A gun. CATARINA I saw it before Jameson did. The way her eyes shifted. The slight lean of her body. The desperate calculation of someone with nothing left to lose. My hand was already moving. The dagger left my palm in a perfect arc—muscle memory, years of training, instinct honed to a razor's edge. It flew true. Fiona's fingers had just closed around the gun when the blade hit her.

Christine shot me a cold look and pulled Stan onto the bus. I took one last look at the Luxe Atelier sign. Saying I felt no regret would be a lie. However, the fire in my chest burned brighter instead. I really wanted to see what would happen when Christine realized she had fired her most important employee. How exactly was she planning to keep Luxe Atelier alive after this?

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.