Fnia After Hours Novels & Stories

Felix tapped his hand holding the collar of his uniform and the he stare at the boy vividly. "You? What is wrong with you?" Felix responded while Vivian was behind him hiding and was very scared. She was holding the back of Felix. He can feel the shaking hands of Vivian in his back. "You're taking away her lunch for no reason. Why? Because you don't have yours?" Felix speaks up in her mad tone of voice.

Only then did he walk back to his car and drive off. Niya had watched from the window, counted to twenty, then exhaled and turned to change before heading to La Dome. She was still stiff, but the worst had passed, and if she sat around any longer doing nothing, her mind would explode with thoughts she didn't feel like having. Seven hours later, her shift ended. She’d just left and was halfway to BookLore when her phone rang, vibrating through the Bluetooth of her car’s stereo. The name flashing made her eyes expand with surprise.

At forty minutes past four in the afternoon, Fiona Forger finished signing the last document and handed it to Angela Zylian conveniently. She said, "Would you like to have dinner together?" Angela Zylian didn't come to work on the Monday after the party. She only called in to take a leave, saying that when she walked out, she saw Fiona and Damian Desmond leaving, so she didn't want to disturb them and went home alone. But when she got home, she started running a high fever, so she asked for leave.

I asked and Ryan immediately straightened. “Ms. Audrey dropped Nia off at school this morning at exactly eight twenty-three. After that, she went over the hiring applications with Kimmie and Camille. Around noon, she had lunch, but only finished half because she was reviewing the supplier contract. Then she–” “Jesus Christ. Relax,” I said and started laughing, holding my hand up and Ryan blinked. “You asked,” he said. “I didn't ask for a federal investigation,” I said and he looked genuinely offended by that.

“Sure! Make me beautiful! I will display it in my room!” “All right! You can take it next week!” She replied and laughed. She stared at my sister before turning to us. “Niah's next treatment is tomorrow at noon. She can't eat anything before the treatment.” The nurse said before leaving. It looks like I'm going to miss work tomorrow. I turned to Aries who was busy reading the papers. “Aries,” I called to him and sat down in the opposite chair. “What?” “I'll be late tomorrow, is that okay?” I asked.

In those moments Ynaria gradually fainted and lost consciousness. Ynaria was immediately able to get up, dripping with sweat accompanied by the chase of her breath. She closed his eyes even harder and felt his dream. Just a few seconds later Ynaria stared and calmed herself. Ynaria even looked at the wall clock, only now she realized that she would be late for work only an hour and a half so she quickly got up to go to the toilet to take a shower. Even on weekdays, they still have work to do, more sluggish on weekends because many customers want to eat at their restaurant. Ynaria had to hurry because Clement was not there to pick her up, the young man called her last night and told her that

One of many. Twilight cloaks the city by the time I return to the jet. We take off without delay. By 7:20 p.m., I was cruising above the clouds. The hum of the engines is steady, almost soothing. I have a glass of sparkling water beside me, a laptop open in front of me, and reports on sponsorship renewals that deserve attention. I flip through them anyway. None of it sticks. My thoughts are elsewhere. I feel my phone buzzing. Fiona: I’m in bed with Jenna and Dawn. We’ll update you when you get back tomorrow. I miss you.

Just Noah, in a dark coat with the December cold still on him, standing in my doorway with the particular quality of a man who had decided to say something and had arrived at the point of saying it. Mia was asleep. Nina was at a friend’s, a lawyer she had reconnected with from her New York years who had called after the Times article and who Nina had been carefully not telling me was becoming a standing arrangement. The apartment was quiet in the way it got on Sunday evenings, the week’s work done and the next week not yet arrived, the specific stillness of an hour that belonged to nobody’s agenda. I made tea.

I heard them greeting in a chorus before I disconnected the call. It was late at night and I was at the hospital like the other three nights, but that didn’t stop me from working. With our shares affected beyond par, I, Neil, and almost all the heads of the department were working till late. Although at this time from their homes, I am grateful to my employees who never hesitated once when I order all of them to do extra hours after going home. I thought to check the file when the door of the room opened softly and in came Kiara pushing a food trolley inside. She closed the door on her back and came closer.

“Stay under the sheets, Noir. It’s my watch,” Nickie murmured, his voice a low vibration against my collarbone. “You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I whispered, shifting so my face was buried in his chest. The Moretti brothers had implemented a rigorous twenty-four-hour detail ever since the break-in at the Moretti Family Estate. They were running shifts like they were back in the special ops: 0800 to 1600, 1600 to midnight, and the graveyard shift—which Nickie currently owned.