Great American Novels & Stories

I prepare meeting materials, meeting rooms, drinks for meetings, photocopies, pantry stock, inter-departmental memos, plus if there are outdoor activities. Besides working at CreaGo, I also help Zetta, my best friend who is now a national class model. To be precise, I became her back dancer even though I kept my face covered, to hide my identity. Zetta is famous for her beautiful face, and because she's good at making TikTok videos related to cover dancing. There, I acted as her back dancer. There's one of the most famous videos. That's what made her super famous. Not bad... I can get some pocket money from her.

I could feel the shame from his fragile smile just by looking at his expressive eyes. "But we're grateful that he didn't abandon his kids. He subsidizes us with allowance even if other's greatly refuse. Henry is a runaway too. He couldn't live with the idea that his dad is a womanizer," said Jake. "He only agreed to celebrate here because our dad is dying. He wants to at least repay even in the smallest return everything that dad gave him," he continued. It's Aries whose Liam visiting last Tuesday. "I'm so sorry to hear that," I tried to console Jake by rubbing his backside.

I'd been monitoring the news constantly, yet apparently there was still plenty slipping past me. "What do you mean?" She pulled out her favorite pink tablet. For a moment, she scrolled through the screen before handing it to me. Across the front page of The Economics, the headline read: THE WOMAN WHO BUILT ASHBOURNE IS BUILDING VERMONT AGAIN "Do you know what editors love?" she asked. "Conflict. And right now, your marriage is the biggest story in Valerion." Amelia had always been stubborn. Ashbourne blood ran just as strongly through her veins as it did through mine.

Three days ago, Yael disappeared while playing downstairs in our residential complex. I was frantic as if my entire world had collapsed. Two hours later, I received a call from an unknown number. The voice on the other end, which was distorted by a voice changer, sounded chillingly cold. "If you want your son to stay alive, prepare ten million dollars. Don’t call the police." My palms turned cold with sweat in an instant. My voice trembled as I asked, "Where do I deliver the money?"

“Yes, you can Rose. We'll take care of the rest.“ “Mission success. Bye old guy.“ She winked at the senator who is probably cursing her deep down. The senator glared at Rose, she gave him the middle finger and walked out of the room. She shut the door behind her and brought out a cigarette from her bag and lit it up. “Finally. It's time to stop living like this.“ She thought to herself. She managed to get herself a big shot yet she left without demanding for more money. Her job was to just get him in the first place. Rose Arthur, a very beautiful dark haired angel who can get any man she wants. She is known as the great seducer to the people she works for. Every man falls into her trap once

"Come on honey. Take off all your clothes to continue our fun again. After that I'll give you two million dollars and propose to you in front of Pricilla Lee's grandmother." Damn it! How dare you say this to my wife! Haven cursed in his heart. Alice bit hers lower lip and hers beautiful eyes opened wide as Garfield slipped the Golden Card debit card between his fingers. Who doesn't know the Gold Card? Cards that can only be made by officials of large companies such as the CEO of the Galaxi Company which is the largest company in the city of ChesterLand. Haven shook his head, he didn't want to lose Alice no matter what.

Just pleased. "Great."

Cassi added motioning to Jason and I and I smiled doing as told. "What did he want?" I asked pulling out of the parking spot referring to the coach. "They need new equipment," Cassi replied "They treat us like we're cash cows," Jason mumbled "But you are cash cows," Trinity reasoned making us laugh. "Well take care of it when we get to the mall today," I told him driving out of the parking lot. . . . . . . . .

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

"Huh? Who dropped that? Anna wondered. The two goddesses quickly left the place where the big truck would fall. Bweeegshhh !! The big truck smashed on the road causing thick dust and smoke. Anna and Devora covered their eyes using their arm, and waited for the surroundings to become clear again. When the thick dust cleared, they saw the figure of nine men, standing on top of the wrecked 18 -wheeler truck. The man who had previously had a bad plan with the Goddesses, trembled even more when he saw who the nine men were, "The ... the eight Grandboss, and the Supreme Grandboss!" Earlier, the top leaders on Velmont island were at a meeting when they heard the crash of an 18 wheeler truck on top