Greene The Destructors Novels & Stories

"Tell me, why are you so eager to stay close to Eleanor to the point that you used another person just to convince yourself that you're still together?" Mace and Audella's eyes widened as they turned to look at Yuan who had an unreadable look on his face. Can someone please sew this guy's mouth for once? Shaun seemed to sense the tension building between them too that he stopped mixing liquors and turned to look at them. "You should learn when to shut your fucking mouth and talk nonsense, Grencostra."

“However, I believe you still owe all of us an apology for toying with our expectations, even unintentionally! So – what are you going to do to make it up to us, Lady owner?” Madam Dro appeared to consider this outburst for a moment, one hand of hers resting thoughtfully upon her chin, fingers tapping against it lightly. Then, a wicked grin spread across her pretty face. It sent a shiver jolting directly from my skull down to my tailbone, and she wasn’t even looking at us. “A fine point, Lord Guren” she said in a manner that made me think of a spider in the midst of her web, plucking at her strings. “A fine point indeed. Well then, I’ll tell you all what.”

"Do not worry about them, it is you being canceled and not the project." "What!?" "I'm sorry Dylan—" "What rights do you have? This is a breach of contract—" "Mr. Hearst was leaving us with no choice, Dylan!" he cut off. "He said we either cancel you or he'll cancel the whole broadcasting company!" "Shit!" I cursed, I didn't let him say another word, I dropped the call. I immediately dialed the manor and in an instant there he was, the one who keeps tearing me into pieces, answering the call with a heartless chuckle. "Rumor has it, you're canceled?" he asked.

So, instead of a sweet goodbye, we had been tense with one another when we hugged farewell. As we make it further out onto the field my eyes widen a little with surprise. The battle-worn field the champions have bled all over is gone. In its place is an even black floor. The only remaining grass is roped off in the middle and looks untouched by the week-long trials. As we step on the black flooring my heel doesn't sink like I thought it would, and it doesn't echo or make a tap sound either. The material seems to be something I haven't walked on before and they were able to lay it down across the massive area in such a short time. "Would you look at those dresses. Don't they look beautiful,"