Golden Fig Books Carrboro Novels & Stories

She instantly assumed I was the one with cancer. She had never asked me for the report afterward, yet she had actually forged a fake report just to convince Ashton. Her gaze darted around as she clumsily switched to a grief-stricken expression. "It breaks my heart as well, but I can't bring myself to keep this from you. Ashton, the truth is, Caroline has a very messy private life. She often sleeps around, which is how she got cervical cancer! The doctor said her case is too complicated, and treatment probably won't do any good anyway!"

Any whisper, any rustle of fabric, any intake of breath could trip the high-frequency algorithms in Enzo’s hub. Dante didn't break eye contact. He watched her hand disappear into the pocket of her wool coat. She didn't pull out the Beretta. Instead, her pale fingers emerged holding a small, polished gold Dupont lighter—a relic from her father's study. The small, clean blue flame illuminated the sharp lines of her face, casting a predatory glow across her features. She held the corner of the grid paper directly over the heat. The fire caught instantly, chewing through the synthetic paper with a low, silent hiss, curling the white scrap into a flaky, black ash that drifted soundlessly onto the

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

"I'm Rollo Lenehan. I work for Mr. Barron Carver. "I thought I recognized you before, but I needed to be sure. Mr. Barron said when the Carver heir found us, they'd have to show us something..." Aria understood instantly. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out the Goldenflow Carp. "The Goldenflow Carp, right?" Tears filled Rollo's eyes. "Yes! The Goldenflow Carp... After all these years of waiting, I've finally found you. We heard what happened to the Carver family back then.

We are hopeful that if we keep it small and fast, then we can pull it off and be on our honeymoon before the media catch wind of it. I wake up mid-flight, a few hours in, disorientated and groggy and turn myself towards him in the comfy first-class seat. Arrick is on his laptop typing away and I can see even from here the emblazoned Carrero Corp logo on the top right of his document. That pentagon shaped gold C that I see every day.

She took a deep breath and grabbed her purse, taking one last look in the mirror before heading out the door. Tonight was going to be special, no matter what happened. Ivy couldn't believe it when the sleek black limo pulled up in front of her house. She had been expecting an ordinary car when Mr Jones said he was sending a car to pick her up, but this was beyond anything she could have imagined. The driver stepped out and opened the door for her, smiling warmly as he welcomed her. But even more impressive than the luxurious interior of the limo was what the driver had done next. He had unrolled a long, red carpet that led from the door of her house all the way to the limo.

she threatened. Being indebted to her was one thing, but being paid to do something was another. There was no denying how motivated I become everytime I heard that money was involved. Yes, I had a few gambling problems, I liked expensive jewelry, clothes and shoes, So what?. Many girls loved that life, because of Cleo I had cars that only people would dream of driving. If she wanted me to give Alex a child while she continued to spoil me, I saw no problem with that. "I'll do it." I answered.

"We'll talk about it some other time, I have to go. I'll call you later man." I ended the call and quickly checked out Echoview Magazine's website. The article about Shay was also there and I smirked when I read the headline right above a picture of her standing inside her office with a file in her hand, looking to the side; 'SAN FRANCISCO'S GOLDEN GIRL SECRETLY WORKING AT CARTWRIGHT & EVANS HOLDINGS!'

"Carol recommended it. I described what I was looking for and she disappeared for thirty seconds and came back with this." "Carol is the best bookseller in the city. Whatever she hands you, read it." "You've read it?" "Twice." I paused. "Don't read the last page first." The corner of his mouth lifted. "I don't do that." "Jade told me you do that." "Jade has a complicated relationship with the truth."

They pass by a book store after coming out of the department store, giving Darryl an idea. “Let’s stop by here for a sec,” He says to his companion as he points at the store. Goldie follows Darryl into the school supplies section and watches him pick up a notepad and a pencil. They soon pass by a couple of books in the classics section. Darryl looks over at the line-up and turns to Goldie. “Do you want anything from here? Maybe learn a couple of words?”He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.”