Genial Premio Doble Novels & Stories

Helma sent the finished file to the financial department. In the middle of a meeting with Donald, Helma's phone beeped. She quietly peeped through her phone, she had been credited her full salary! Helma's eyes widden in excitement. She has never earned this much before. Helma couldn't wait to round up the meeting. Donald gave a detailed presentation to the board members on the month's analysis. An hour later, the board room was empty.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably. "I, I actually have two great-grandsons, and they are... twins. Twins! Our Steele family has never had twins for generations." The old matriarch was also overwhelmed with joy. Holding Noah's face, she asked in a trembling voice, "Is Alexander exactly like you?" Noah nodded, "We are identical twins, not just in appearance, but also according to DNA comparison, our genes are identical, only our personalities are somewhat different. Alexander is livelier than me." His words made Anna suddenly wake up. In her mind, an adorable and handsome little face appeared unconsciously.

Now it was a tie, one to one, and the next was the third round. Although Nolan had lost one round, there were still many people flattering him at this moment. After all, he was the young master of the Ramirez family. Milo, enduring the pain in his body, kept his guard up and looked at Nolan, lowering his voice to remind Alessia. "In the next round, you must be extra careful. Nolan lost the second round, he will definitely not accept it. He is always cunning, and he will definitely come after you again." Gabe also chimed in, "That's right, stay steady. You still have a good chance of winning. If you win, I'll give you an additional thousand bonus."

But with Dylan on her back, the man turned the tables and wiped them out from the face of the earth, making sure to give each one a painful death for even thinking of harming his wife. And his two accomplices during those deadly missions were none other than Hunter and Elijah. ***** “Good morning, Ms. Clarke,” Mr. Dominique Blanchet welcomed Evelyn with a beautiful smile. Dominique was a renowned figure in Paris. He was the owner of Goldenbeau, the finest and best wine brand in Europe. He even owned many hotels, bars, restaurants, clubs, and casinos which made him the perfect candidate for becoming Evelyn’s business partner. Evelyn greeted him with the same empressement and shook hands with

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

“Remember, we were to do gestational surrogacy, but unfortunately, your genetics weren't compatible with him, and if the doctor had proceeded with it, it would have led to a fall operation. So the doctor requested we did a traditional surrogacy, where my egg was used with your husband sperms, which means the triplets are fucking mine”, she said with a contempt. “And the child you claim you have today, belongs to another man.” She added. Gianna felt a heavy wave in her chest, a sinking feeling overwhelming her. Her whole body shuts down for some seconds and later starts functioning. It was at this moment she could hear the labored sounds of her breath, she could feel the fear within her, her

"What is it?" "Mommy forbade me from participating in piano contests. Mommy said I was too young." Adam complained about everything to Father. As I guessed, Father would have told me to enter Adam into the contest. "But it's a big contest, Dad!" "So what?" asked Father casually. His right-hand cuts the very juicy beef. The smell of fresh meat wafted. "That child has extraordinary abilities. I know because he is my grandson. He inherited what I once had." Father looks proud, especially when he knows that Adam is very good at playing the piano.

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.

“Mr. Storm would like to meet the mother of the Genius Twins.” And just like that, the quiet life I’d built began to tremble, not from fear this time, but from possibility.