Guide Novels & Stories

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

, "There aren't any cosmetics. Daisy pulls out a thermal mug. Holds the boy's hand, presses some cold water. Pulls out a small pair of scissors, teaches the boy to cut the nutritional powder packet. Another package gives the man reading the product information. She makes a series of moves. She wanna ask "can he eat this?" The man was a bit confused but the product information was all grains with some crushed nuts. Very safe for health. The man nods but wonders. Eating and drinking like this, the standard "eat to live, not live to eat."

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

he continued, a smile starting to grace his face, "I figured you should be exposed to more than just one type of gun, just incase. And you can relax, it's not going to get to the point where you'd need to use one of these; That's why I'm here." I nodded, watching as he positioned the gun against his body. "So, you want this part to align with your shoulder like this," he pointed out, "and you're going to close one eye, and use the dot to line it up between the two notches. That's how you aim. You'll know what I'm talking about when you try it. And then you just squeeze the trigger." I flinched as he shot the gun, hitting the target right in the center. I swore this gun seemed even louder.

Helena said, trying to ignore the man's unfriendly tone. The man slid a key across the counter towards her. "Room 13," he said. "Pay upfront." Helena handed him some cash and took the key, then made her way to the room. As she opened the door, she was hit by another wave of musty air. The room was small and dingy, with yellowed walls and a stained carpet. But it had a bed, a bathroom, and a lock on the door, and that was all Helena needed. She set her bag down on the bed and took out her weapons, making sure they were all in working order. Then she sat down on the bed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to center herself.

Ken had the head warmer rolled up, she had been called back to reality, he began loosening her hands and feet. "Look over there, you see that bar? You go in there look for this man," he paused and handed over a photograph. "When you've found your target, you go in the restroom, remove the wraps of cocaine on you and place them in this bag. Make sure you must avoid suspicious talks, else you would be detained. When you are done, you head towards the dealer and deliver. He'll give you a briefcase, open and make sure it's cash, then leave the area with your money. Do you understand?" Ken asked and prayed she got it.

He glared at her for a while and then went close to her ear. “Welcome to the hell…. My fucking tour guide” – he whispered in her ear. He stood up and started wearing his clothes. He looked at her face and tears were floating from the corners of her eyes. He dressed up properly and covered her from the blanket and locked the room. She didn’t move as she became numb. He went downstairs where Robert was waiting for him He entered the living area and sat on the sofa. He ordered the servant to prepare a meal for her and instructed Robert to sit.

back. Once they were out of sight, I turned back to go inside my hostel when I noticed the sky; the sun was setting so the sky looked very pleasant. The orange-yellow mixture of the sky seemed to be smiling at me and I smiled back which made me remember dad's saying when I was young, 'Try seeing the happenings in your surroundings as an indication for something when you are in a situation. The situation might be a bad one or a good one. You might think I am being paranoid or spiritual or whatever...I don't know. But I simply believe that nature wants to help us in many situations only if we pay attention to them and observe them.'

Came his robotic voice which was more blank and stern than his usual tone. "My Mistress, I am your personal AI butler. I'm designed like this," he referred to himself, "in a shape of a smartphone, so that people don't freak out after seeing me. I can work at any place, any time which has signal networking and my battery doesn't die. I can give you lots of tips and pieces of advice in surviving a tough-bad situation when you want to torture someone with the ancient thousand ways torture technique or when you want to sleep with someone," Zaria coughed softly. Surely, she would not use Marcus for those purposes.

Maybe this was a bad idea… “I need to see Thought,” I say, the moment my windscreen has been lowered. The guard eyes my suspiciously, glancing down at the clipboard in his hand. Maybe I would have made an appointment if I actually knew how to go about that... “We can’t let you in without authorisation,” he replies.