Garrett Jobless Novels & Stories

:) ~ The Street Fighter Garret has had a difficult life. His parent's died when he was 10, and he got moved around for 4 year's in foster-care. He finally find's a home where he feels like he's family. He has a mom, dad and a brother... 4 years later things happen and everything start's to go wrong. People start dying and people who you thought you knew, show you a whole different side of them. Garret find himself distancing himself from everybody. because if he's not close to anybody, they cant get hurt. Right?

"I will keep you informed about the big meeting and other plans. In the meantime, you also need to settle all your affairs in Apex Builders and Co. as soon as possible. Because if everything goes as smoothly as we predict, you won't be here anymore within three months, Garrett. Garrett had to leave Crestdale. He had to move to a place where the Pacific Energy building proudly stood. Ashford City awaited his arrival. "Of course." About thirty minutes before noon, as Nelson was tidying up all the documents on his desk, something suddenly occurred to him. Something he hadn't asked since the night Garrett had announced his decision. "By the way, I'm curious about something." "What?" "How did you

Garrett shrunk his aura back, just enough for the asshole to breathe. Dylan chose his next words carefully. “Garrett.” Garrett’s eyes burned with anger and bitterness. He stopped Dylan before he could continue. “You don’t get to call me by name.” He gulped. “Mr. Jones. I could use the support of your company, so that my investors feel secured.” Garrett chuckled. “Your half-brained daughter not doing a grand job? That’s rich!”

Meanwhile, Jonathan, still fuming from the day’s events, was in the nursing home basement, nursing a few drinks. "You drink like a human. Are you sad?" asked Garett, who was hanging from the ceiling. "Sad? Ha! I'm furious!" "Angry at humans?" "None of your business!" "If a human makes you angry, you just bite their neck. Problem solved," Garett said, still sounding feral. "I'd rather punch him in the face than bite him!"

Nova asks in surprise “Reeva? Poor? Dear god no. She’d rather die than be poor. Don’t look at me like that, I said I knew her I didn’t say she was a good person. She thinks poverty Is a choice by gross people” “What the fuck is going on?” Peter asks sounding frustrated. “This leads us to another mystery” I say. “We have some bad news. It’s about Garret. He’s dead sweetheart.” For a moment Nova doesn’t react and just sits there looking at me, I am not sure she heard me before her chin starts to wobble and she starts to ugly cry. The three of us automatically stand and pull her into a group hug. “We are so sorry Noves.” Says Luthor kissing her on the top of her head.

I sat in my car in the parking lot and listened to it and let myself feel it completely, the full weight of what Friday meant, the specific shape of three years of work arriving at a single session with a single name attached. I let myself feel it for the rest of that evening. Then I went back to work. --- Garrett had been making comments since Tuesday. His name was Garrett Cole. Second string wide receiver, third year, the kind of legacy kid who had arrived at Crestfield expecting to be a story and found someone else occupying the space he had mentally reserved for himself. I had been aware of him since preseason in the specific way you were aware of people who had decided you were the reas

Jannah asks after a brief pause, and my feet stop moving. Tears well up in my eyes, and I bite my lip before looking at her. Jannah watches my reaction closely, and the color drains from her face as she realizes we have lost someone. "Garrett," she whispers, and I shake my head. "His son," I answer, and she gasps before looking toward the pack house. "Brittany," she whispers, and I feel the sorrow coming off of her for her friends. "Garrett isn't taking it well. Tav said he isn't being careful and that he needs him," I explain, and Jannah sniffles while wiping a single tear from her face.

Since Logan was so eager to play the devoted son, I decided to help him live up to the role. I planted a rumor that there was a way to get Pauline out of prison. Logan, desperate, took the bait without a second thought. Every asset he fought to strip from me in the divorce? They flowed right back into my hands through the trap I set. Next, I packaged a little gift—a video recording that would bury him. Then I hired a hacker to drop it into his company's group chat. Within hours, the video spread like wildfire. Logan was fired on the spot for "damaging the company's reputation."

On Wednesday my personal email pinged around dinnertime. It flashed up as Carter & sons. I was confused. I walked out of the office into the side office to read the email. Dear Leah Garrison, Thank you for your application for the Legal Secretary role at Carter & Sons. We would like to invite you to an interview with Mr. Jack Carter, Senior partner. The interview will be an hour in length. Please contact the office to arrange a suitable time. Sincerely Carter & Sons HR

I wasn't allowed to keep a personal assistant. Garrett's family was not as rich as Howard. Actually they didn't own any business. As far as I knew her father was a civil servant and her mother taught at some local college. So she was here for a job was not surprising, but as my PA, now that was hard to believe. "Your father appointed me. Sorry I didn't tell you at Kaysha's that I applied for a job here. Your assistant spot was vacant so your father asked me and I said yes." She explained, shrugging her shoulders.