It's Going Down Persona Novels & Stories

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

Gavin flashed a bright smile. "That's more like it," Leo said with a loud burst of laughter. "I don't need anything. Just don't come back home for the rest of the night." Gavin immediately put on his most professional-looking smile and said, "Yes, sir! Have fun and enjoy yourself tonight!" Leo laughed and yelled at Gavin to chase him off. He then heard Gavin making a call in a corner, addressing the other as "Lucas", and asking if he could stay the night at his place.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I muttered under my breath as I typed again. My whole body was now trembling. Virtually every eye in the party was now on me. “Tate.” My account. My baby. My account is gone! How?! How?!! How is this even fucking possible? Four freaking years of memories and struggles. Four hundred thousand fucking followers. All gone! “Tate?” Braden called in worry. “Nooooooooooo!!!!”

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

The meeting room fell silent. Vincent stared at the certificate. His fingers trembled, and he could not find a single word in his defense. Sophia had not caught up yet. She assumed I was bluffing, and her face showed open contempt. "Lina, put the fake certificate away. You're not scaring anyone. A complex algorithm like this couldn't have been built by one person working alone. That's just not realistic." She held her chin high, her eyes filled with disdain. Her ignorance struck me as sad rather than threatening.

"Cheryl, why did you change the name on the homeowner's title deed? Aren't these all yours from now on?" "Aunt Gillian, I heard that our area will be demolished in the future. When the time comes, what if someone woke up from the dead and snatched the demolition compensation from me? I just wanted to play safe." "Those are all rumors. Where did you hear that from? I don't think there is any need to change it. Let's go. I have cooked some stew for you." "Aunt Gillian, I've already done all the paperwork. All that is left to be done is for the documents to be changed to my name. I don't think I should stop now."

Up - Justin Bieber 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Gerald becomes an untrustworthy human. There comes a moment. You will know! Damn you! I'm already disappointed. He disappeared again, his cell phone, as usual, completely turn off.