I Cest Stories Novels & Stories

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Nope,“ then focused on her now cold coffee. Caleb and Ireti had broken up around the same time that she and Dafe did. Bemoaning their fate with men, the girls had both broken into Caleb's multimillion mansion with Ireti's key and had drank almost his entire bar. Ireti had even accidentally broken his t.v in the process. In the process of leaving, they'd had left the gates and the doors wide open for anyone to come in. Burglars took the invitation and had carted away his million dollar watch collection. It was the security man who had discovered the act the next morning and had promptly called his boss, who promised hell when he returned.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

she lamented, he got up and walked over to the other side of the table and sat partly on the table, they stared at him “I am not the man behind this project neither am I the master mind” he said to her “Then who the hell is?” Roxanne questioned, he was silent for a while “You are” he said and they all looked at her, she looked confused “What the hell are you saying” she asked “You are the founder of IBED” he said “What the hell is IBED? I don’t even have a job talk less of a company” “IBED, International Body for Evolutionary Divergence”

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

He's the main reason Olivia was needed at this event by her parents, also the reason her uncle wanted her dead t Max just recently returned from abroad and took over his family's cooperation, making him one of the youngest CEOs in X Their parents were close acquaintances and had made plans to get Olivia and Max toge Their plans started as of today, as few things were planned before They wanted to collaborate to strengthen their power and protect each other if the need ar Both families were strong and will become untouchable if they could seal a marriage b It's one of the reasons why most could only gawk at Olivia, but couldn't express their interest. No one wanted to get on the bad side of t

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Three weeks into October, Dr. Whitmore from the National Institute of Neurological Disorders called with an opportunity that changed everything. "I'm on the review board for the Breakthrough Research Initiative," she explained, her voice crackling over Marcus's office phone. "We're allocating emergency funding for high-impact neuroscience projects, and your name came up in our discussions. Combined with word that you have a visiting researcher from Berkeley—Dr. Vasquez, is it? we're wondering if you'd be interested in submitting a proposal."