Fired Book Novels & Stories

Since I was the bookish and nerdy class belle, and Austin was the bad boy who couldn't care less about his studies, people naturally started paying more attention to our rumor since it was a topic of interest. Soon, the rumor spread like wildfire. It was totally out of our control. The other students never cared about the truth since they only listened to what they wanted to hear. Seeing that the rumor was starting to affect my daily life since literally everybody knew about it. Mom and Dad couldn't withstand the pressure anymore, so they filed a police report. They wanted the police to get to the bottom of this and clear my name.

, then the cover reads: “Catastrophic Prophecies” - What's up? – Gary asks. - Let Mark and Kevin get back. Then you wake up Lucifron. Alexander really found what we were looking for. - On the little mermaid book? - No. in this one. – Ryan takes off the paper cover of the book and shows Gary the real cover. - How did that happen? - It couldn't have been by accident. For this book with this cover to be in children's books, it couldn't have been an accident.

Nora walked into the classroom the next day trying to maintain a calm demeanor. There was no teacher in class so it was really noisy. She spotted Reggie with the rest of the football team. They seem to be discussing something funny as they all kept laughing occasionally. Alice was typing away on her laptop. She seem oblivious of her surroundings. Fred was in a corner, with his head buried in a book. Nora exhaled sharply. She approached Fred first. "There has been an emergency," she whispered.

“Yeah.” “You are fired.” “What!”

🏵️ CHAPTER 06 🏵️ " You're fired! " Denzel dropped the most shocking statement and Lena's eyes widened. She froze for a sec before snapping herself out of the shock. " Sir? " She exclaimed in disbelief and the cold man raised a brow at her. " You heard me, Lena. You're fired. Now get out of my office " Lena was traumatized. What the hell did she do? Did she not sort out the document well? Did she perhaps submit it late? Or was there a mistake she did?

But when I see the title of the first book on top, I gasp and rush towards it. Absent-mindedly, I sit on the chair and bring it closer to the desk. My hands shake. Why do they shake? I pick the book which makes a bubble of emotions burst in me. "Gone with the wind." by Margaret Mitchell stares right back at me in its red hardcover beauty. My fingers trail each letter of the title as I stare in amazement. I open the book and a note falls from it to the table.

“God, I hope I'm wrong.” * * * “He wasn’t wrong, was he?” Dylan asked. Bonnie shook her head. “It gets worse, though.” * * * She remembered the fire chief saying that the cause of the fire was her stove. He said that she'd placed a book too close to the gas cook-top and it had caught fire. She said that was impossible, but the fire investigator was adamant. She had put the book there. According to his report, she'd set the paperback copy of a book called, “You're Next” on the stove. It was a crime thriller by an author she'd never even heard of. She had told the police it wasn't her book, but there was no way to prove it.

Unknown pov I was very angry, furious, and very disoriented, my men refused to help me find the last white wolf, it's starting to piss me off, I need her beside me so that I will become the stronger pack of all with her gift. Just then one of my men enter "tell me you find her already" "no sir, we did not see any white wolf, maybe the person is not of age yet" he replied me frightening

Like autonomy is a commodity. The Axis hums, uneasy. I exhale slowly. “Send word to the Accord,” I say. “All councils. Immediately.” The man nods, rushing out. I stand alone in the chamber, anger quiet and contained, like fire banked under stone. Book Three was about proving consent could survive power. Book Four is going to be about proving consent can survive comfort. And that is a harsher war. Enemy POV: Clarion performs beautifully. They do not need direct orders. They do not need puppeteering. They need only a tool, a field that reduces friction, and language that makes control feel responsible.

this words were little but it sent heavy shivers down my spine. "Here we go, we have to find what's wrong with you? And secondly whatever is wrong with you would have to flushed out with this or burned out, which do you choose?"She explained as she had her eyes on the book that she was reading, I was a bit skeptical about the two methods she was going to use. "I don't know what's inside here so I agree to the fact that you're going to burn it out" I uttered having had enough liquid for the day.