Impenetrable Novels & Stories

What was he even made off? Iron? What was stronger than iron? God, he was impenetrable.

The word felt strange to say. There was no way something like that actually existed. “She told me to turn on the light first, but also cover up a portion of the wall while I cleaned it up to be immune to the effects.” Detective Carper scribbled on another small piece of paper and just stared at the notes. “I know, man. It's strange and shouldn't be possible. But now you understand why I wouldn't talk. If she had something like that, who knows what other tech she possessed?”

He replied "I'm certain my dad knows more than we think he does. Why didn't you try finding out what happened?" I asked "I wasn't in the best position to do that until now. But I feel and know there is a skeleton in your dad's box. Whenever I asked him about Mr. Robert and his wife, he avoids me in so many ways. Either he produces an excuse that he is busy, or something else pops up. Yet, I couldn't force nor intervene on something I barely know" Simon responded

Olivia asked "No, who is she?" Penelope asked "She is the Summer Vanpett" who doesn't know herm "Seriously, how did I miss that" Kate said to herself "I heard that one time, while she was 14, she fired over a hundred people for delaying her work. That woman is ruthless"Penelope added "Well we better not get on her bad side cause I really like this job" Kate said "She is the literal definition of the devil wearing Prada" well if they know then they should not cross her because Summer was ruthless and William had her had the intention of stoping her.

She has been one loyal staff I had, and performs multiple tasks and never complained for once of her heinous job and her inconsistent working hours. "Uhm... There's one problem ma'am. The new chairman doesn't take appointments unless he's the one that makes it. So there's only a 10% chance that he'd like to meet with you." She replied hesitantly. "You know I don't take no for an answer. So make that 10% chance worth it." I replied and hung up immediately to avoid hearing more excuses, and also because I believed she'd get me the appointment. If I didn't have anyone to perform impossible tasks, I had Trixie. She makes the impossible, possible.

Yuka then grabbed the jacked as he followed Ryu to the door on the way out to their apartment. Yuka felt the cold after they came out of the apartment and was grateful that Ryu offered her his jacket or else she would have walked out of the apartment and pretended that it wasn't cold. The jacket felt warm and comforting that smelled like a woody perfume mixed with mint and cigarette. Yuka finds Ryu very cold as a person yet there's warmth inside him that would break his ice at any time. There's no doubt in her that Ryu will someday be famous with his talent, discipline, and looks. She thought it was amazing that she gets to witness an upcoming artist flourished his way to the top. She smiled

he said driving them to the company offices. The black gate opened to the spectacular four storey edifice, its pillars painted cream and black, made of glass that reflected the rays of the sun back to the atmosphere creating some sort of optical illusion in the air that was a beauty for the eyes. A perimeter wall was surrounding it. On their left was the staff parking lot. Brass plates mounted on every section. The driver opened the door for Lewis before he parked the fuel guzzler in its rightful area. Under the black and gold brass plate encrypted "CEO"

The cold steel door to the safe room slammed shut behind Victor, leaving Olivia and Emilio in there, suffocating silence. The muffled sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance, a chilling reminder of what’s happening outside. Emilio stood near the entrance, his weapon drawn, while Olivia sat on the edge of a makeshift chair, her chest tightening. Victor's face had been unreadable when he'd stepped in moments before, covered with blood that wasn’t his. His possessive words echoed in her mind: "You're mine. No one takes what belongs to me."

As I imagined Charli lying there in the Southern California sun, her e-reader and big hat, the skimpy bathing suit...I missed some of what Patrick was saying. "....the corporation. Why would she give a shit? They've never cared about her dreams." "Tell me what I'm up against. How can I get in the manor?" "You can't. It's simple. The place is fortified like Fort Knox. My uncle is...damn..." He grinned. "...there are so many ways to end that sentence, but I'll go with meticulous."

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.