Good Roasts And Comebacks Novels & Stories

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

She asked feeling annoyed the more by the irritating sight. Mr Smith mid-chew, glanced up at his wife with an expression of innocent confusion. He swallowed the chicken with a loud gulp, his eyes wide as he tried to form a coherent response. "But…but the chicken was…I was just…" he stammered, his hands waving in the air like a five-year-old kid who had done something wrong to offend his parents. But Mr Smith was in an otherwise position that he had done something wrong to offend his wife instead. "Just what?" Mrs Smith demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Making a fool of yourself? Disrespecting or trying to ruin our family's most standard reputation, huh? Or perhaps you're trying to

Gray grumbles as the waiter comes with our food, “Bills on you.” *** Two days later I get a call from Gray, “She is back,” he says the minute I pick the call. I pull my phone away from my face in confusion. “That was fast.” “That’s what I said,” he replies, “And you told me she wasn’t hot.” “Last I checked Grayson, my taste is higher than yours,” I reply and he ends the call, he always was a sensitive one. I return to my seat and smile at the man across the table from me, “I have other engagement Louis. What do you say?”

CHAPTER FIVE Julian came in with Lila as usual. They were bickering like a young couple in love when they walked in. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Julian asked. She replied, “I’m trying to figure out why you stole my fries.” He frowned. “Your fries? You ordered extra. That’s relationship fries.” “Relationship fries are supposed to be offered, not kidnapped,” Lila said, smiling sheepishly. “I was protecting you. Too many fries aren't healthy,” he teased.

As he left, Daniel shot me a look over his shoulder, full of something bitter and unfinished. I didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I leaned back against the hospital bed and closed my eyes. After more than two weeks of recovery, I returned to the office. I hadn't even reached the entrance of the building when I ran straight into Daniel, who had apparently come looking for trouble. He was standing outside holding a banner that read, "Hans Jarvis wrecked my marriage and got me thrown out by my own family." A crowd had already started gathering. People were pointing at the banner and taking photos, others were whispering to each other, and someone had their phone out, livestreaming

"She is being nice." Damian smirked. "Wait." The interviewer continued. "Many people say you are lucky. Do you agree?" Isabella tilted her head slightly. "I agree that luck exists." The interviewer smiled. "So, luck built your company?" She answered without hesitation. "No." A short silence. The interviewer blinked. "What built it?" "Thousands of hours." "A team that believed in impossible deadlines." "And coffee." Roman laughed. "Coffee?" She nodded seriously. "Mostly coffee."

"Does someone like me, quiet and private, really seem like the type to party with lowlifes every night? Have you ever seen me with friends like that?" "And look at my company, Dominic. I run a tiny startup with secondhand furniture and outdated computers. If Evelyn really funneled all that money to me, where did it go? Where's the nice office? Where's the expensive equipment? When your guys trashed my place, did you see anything worth more than a few hundred dollars?" "Dominic. I know you love Evelyn. I know you hate me. But for once in your life, think. Does any of what she told you actually make sense?"

"This is insane. Adrian's team must be really working hard. Giuseppe told me that my photos did the same yesterday. I'm so grateful for them." "That's the thing. Adrian's team didn't have to lift a finger for this success. It happened organically. They've been thrilled about it." "It gets better," Raven continued, pulling up another feed. "Look at these comments." She started reading them out loud: "'I'm so happy to see her bounce back after the divorce. I remember telling my friend that giving up your career for a marriage is one of the worst choices, but I'm glad she came out stronger. I made the same mistake, but I'm proud to see the younger generation not letting divorce be the end of th

Even Resh himself is unsure too. He left without speaking and it angered my dad even more when he doesn't say a thing. After a few minutes he came back wearing an ordinary but clean white shirt. It was so ordinary that even waiters were better dressed than he was. Oh well, it's better than the spoiled old-fashioned shirt he had earlier. With his broad shoulders and well developed chest, it seems I had a body guard next to me. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"I heard about your family and how hard you've been pushing yourself." "Yeah." She was silent for a while. "Evan, can we go back to how things were?" I stopped walking and stared at my blurry reflection in a shop window. The man staring back looked thin and worn, but there was an indescribable look of determination in his eyes. "Ruby, we can't go back," I said calmly. "Why? Weren't you working hard for our future? You got the bonus now. You almost have enough for the down payment–"