Garrett Jobless の小説・ストーリー

"Running around right after giving birth—your body seems fine. Looks like you don't need rest after all." "I'm planning to move Scarlett into the villa. She's a young, delicate Omega who doesn't know how to do housework. Get your discharge papers and come back to serve as our maid." Garrett moved closer to me. His face wore a malicious smile. "Your expressions of pain are the best aphrodisiac I have in bed." He stared at me intently, expecting to see me hurt and heartbroken. But I just wore an expression of numb calm. Finding it boring, Garrett turned to block a nearby healer.

I spat, my voice cracking with unfiltered, raw hatred. "I simply chose the winning side of the contract to ensure my own survival," Garrett admitted flatly, his voice entirely devoid of remorse. "Delivering the missing traitor's daughter to the modern pack regime is the final piece of currency I require to secure a high-ranking executive position and permanent immunity within the new alliance. To me, your family’s blood was just the necessary price of doing business, and you are my golden ticket to the throne."

I tell her about my recent trip to the mountains, and she tells me about her new part-time job. After that fight and patch up, we stayed friends. But I finally had my peace of mind when Lena took admission in a different stream than me. Garrett went to Michigan. I expected he would take admission in some college, but he worked and prepared for LSAT. Either he lacked funds or couldn’t get into the college of his choice at first attempt. I never offered him the money again. We stop at the traffic lights and my eyes fall on an enormous banner around the corner urging young men to join the army.

Garrett nod. "Okay, I better get to work then." Garrett got up and Carlos also did, they both shook their hands and Garrett left the office, Carlos put his hands into his pocket and stare at Triffany, if she were to find out, how will she react, he wonder if he should tell her about Jimmy's company and what they were planning to do, or not.

—he pointed a finger in Zy’s face—“need to clean up your shit. We both know you don’t have the most sparkling employment record, don’t we?” As Zy cursed under his breath, Tessa frowned. He’d said he hadn’t left his last job under the best of circumstances, but what the hell had he done? Tessa cleared her throat. “I think what Mr. Garrett is trying to say is that we’re both professionals capable of—”

"I know what you were expecting. My brother told your brother the job was yours. But I'm not that kind of guy." Tessa's mouth opened, then closed. "I don't give jobs to friends of friends," he continued. "I give them to the people who earn them." He stood, extending his hand again. "We'll be in touch." Tessa stared at his hand for a moment, stunned. Then she stood and shook it. "Thank you for having me," she managed. She grabbed her bag and walked toward the door. Her hand was on the handle when his voice stopped her. "Tessa." She turned. Garrett Lockwood was watching her with those eyes, a small smile still playing on his lips. "Well done."

Uncle Garrett dared not ask you for money, so he lied to my dad, said he needed urgent cash for the inventory, and borrowed 5,000 dollars to pay the fine. "Oh, and you still haven't paid that back, have you?" Cassia slammed her spoon onto the table with a loud bang before whipping around and locking her eyes on Garrett. "Garrett! When you went to Brimstone eight years ago, you said you were in the factory with no signal and even swore on it that you weren't lying! "But it turns out you were doing something so shameful! I wondered why you came home missing two pairs of underwear!" Garrett immediately sobered up. He slammed the table, jumped to his feet, and pointed at me with a roar. "Bullshi

"Oh, really, sir? Why does Garrett throw a tantrum?" The driver, named Thommy, shook his head. "I don't know, Miss. I only heard that Garrett didn't want to be examined because he was scared and evil. But I don't know what he meant. Now I'm happy; Garrett is back to being happy and joyful, like before." "Sorry, sir, if I may know, how long has Garrett been sick?" "Not long, about a year ago. At first, he was like any other toddler. However, he did experience delays in speaking. And since that incident, everything has gotten worse. Garrett only sleeps in his room and rarely eats. His body became so thin."

Garrett began to say, “I told the council that I have an interest in looking into the non-transparency of the eldership council. And just like I never back out of my words, I proceeded with the task and I will say I have made a lot of progress. Before venturing into this adventure of wanting to uncover the dirt in the council, I knew it would come with a lot of obstacles but I persisted all the same. And the possibility of obstacles came along the way with the first being a group of hired agents, or should I call them assassins, who assaulted my men in my packhouse and attacked me with the sole intention of killing me. If I did not have the means to fend them off, I’m sure I won’t be alive t

Before I went to see Draven Jones, I received a phone call. “Mr. Charlton, have you given my offer any more thought?” I did not hesitate. “Mr. Shaw, I appreciate it, but I already made myself clear. I am not leaving Starry Auto.” The man on the other end was Gilbert Shaw, the owner of the biggest auto shop in town. He wanted to hire me. Three years earlier, after I left prison, nobody wanted to give me a job because of my criminal record. Then my childhood friend, Draven, called and asked if I wanted to work at his repair shop.