Romans & histoires Glass And Steele Series

The 20-floor building of steel, glass and concrete loomed ahead surrounded by equally large office complexes. In front of the building, written in cut-out 3d glass prints were the name: Greer Global Enterprise. He owned the biggest steel company in the city possibly the entire state. The Interior was every bit as imposing as the outside. The word in the street was Greer expected total commitment, hard work and loyalty from his employees and judging by the serious faces of workers behind glass cubicles and hardwood desks, that much was true.

Rowena would think thrice before messing with Jenny again too. With this in mind, Graham instructed his assistant, "Look into the Glass family. Report every single useful information about them to me, and do some probability checks on whether the company can take over theirs." The assistant nearly slammed the car into the one ahead. "Taking over the Glass family? Are you bluffing, sir?" Graham's silence made him continue guiltily, "What I meant is, the Glasses are more or less on par with the Walters, so they won't be easy to…"

The car had been mine for eight years, from my earliest days in racing, through more than sixty competitions, large and small. It should have appeared as usual in glossy photos on the champion wall. Now, it lay scattered, pitiful, and lonely under the gaze of the crowd. Just like me. Alanna glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, “Why do I feel like that car belongs to Lewis?” Jack glanced over. “No way. You must be mistaken.”

Some lines are meant to be erased so you could draw the new ones. Just like some rules that should be broken because they are weathered and unprecedented from old age and not suitable to the present. ~ A. Gupta . VIOLET I was so nervous but the heat inside me was simmering, making me hot and bothered, especially from the look in his eyes and the way he wasn’t asking or making efforts to come out gentle with me when in the past he always did. I was seeing this for the first time where Cole wasn’t behaving or treating me like I was made of glass, instead he was looking at me like I was everything he needed to quench his thirst with and how he’d like to bend me to his will, turn me into his wil

No it's made of pure steel. He got into the car with Eva while the driver drove off. He made calls and sent emails to all the people Eva was supposed to see making up some sort of excuses. Eva looked at Madrid as they drove by. She can't believe how much the city has changed since she left. She remembers the city as where she lost everything and she tagged it as where she'll regain all she lost. Ever since she got back, she's always wanted to go check on this particular place. The Acosta empire.

Crissy deserves every happiness, even if that happiness is tied to the love and affection of a toxic, unworthy child. When we arrive at Steele Industries, I'm not surprised to see that everything changed. The building, which had been modern for its time, has been replaced with an architectural marvel of glass and metal. Designed by a local art student, the new Steele Industries headquarters looks more like a sculpture than a place of business. Whistling, I look up, impressed. As we walk into a building, I notice a plaque just inside next to an elegant statue of a weeping angel. "In Memorium" is engraved on the top of a large slab of white marble. Looking over the names, I feel the weight of

“Another two are patrolling the main corridor leading to Elena’s office. I’ve disabled the cameras, but you’ll need to move fast before they figure it out.” Drake’s voice came through next. “Fast is my specialty. Let’s clear this place and get out of here.” --- The team moved as a cohesive unit, their footsteps silent on the marble floors. The interior of the estate was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding outside—lavish and pristine, as if untouched by the violence that had erupted. Sage couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease. It was too quiet.

Steele looks dangerous but Stan looks more wicked. "Nothing is yours here, Stan." "Try me." Steele's eyes turned to glowing gold. In just a second, he managed to grab Stan out of the car and throw him somewhere. It happened too fast, my jaw dropped in shock. I thought Stan would at least be injured because of the violent throw, but the next second, he was up and smiling at Steele. He was so fast and managed to push Steele in front of the car that smashed the car's hood. It was like they were fighting at the speed of light. I could hardly see what was happening.

Night pressed hard against the windows. The office lights were low, but not soft. Just enough to show everything, not enough to hide anything. Cole stood by the window, shoulders tight, eyes fixed outside like he could disappear into the dark if he stared long enough. His breathing was steady, controlled—but there was something held back in it. Aaron watched him from behind the desk. Not sitting now. Standing. Waiting. “You’ve been pushing the system again,” Aaron said. Cole didn’t turn. “I’ve been following it.”

It can’t be there. Gravel scrapes behind me. I curl my wings snugly against my back, gripping the fence tighter and looking around. I don’t need to see through the fog to know the maze of the tall stone buildings and metal roofs beyond the cobblestone yard behind me—but what moves through them is another story.