La Vida Gentlemen's Novels & Stories

Why was there no difference in Zayn’s life whether he was poor or rich? Gordon said, “A God-like being like Mr. Larson is not for commoners like us to understand. Perhaps this is the way of life for Mr. Larson!” Sean agreed with a bitter smile, “The most crucial part is that it would be rude for the subordinates like us to flaunt ourselves when Mr. Larson lives a simple, unsophisticated life. I was planning on getting a Rolls Royce initially, but Mr. Larson is still riding around on an electric scooter. It would be rude of me to get a new car, and I’m too embarrassed to drive around in my old Bentley, so I’m planning on getting a small BMW instead.”

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

"Okay, so far. He makes me laugh and the three of us get comfortable in our corner. No father or mafia knows about this place and that here we spend nights drinking, smoking and gambling with each other. It's just Thomas, Trevor, Jason and me, and we're fine like that. Several times they have wanted to bring the odd friend but I haven't let them, it's our place and I don't want nosy intruders who can throw us off. You have to be careful in life. “What's new?” Jason asks, and Trevor shakes his head from the bar where a bottle of rum is already opening. I plop down on the plush round sofa, my favorite, stretching out my legs and tucking my arms under my head. —Nothing out of the ordinary in ou

DYLAN EMERTON TUESDAY NIGHT. "She said yes!" An enthusiastic voice reaches through the door. The guys—Luke, Shawn, Graham, and Ian all cheer while I stagger from the stool. All of them are too drunk to poke for details, but Jimmy's voice gives it off as something to applaud. She. Said. Yes. That voice belongs to Jimmy and "she" in this scenario is no other than Camilla. My cellphone buzzes and I realise it's well in my grip. I get a notification from I*******m, which allows me to peak at the phone clock before the screen shuts off—7:22 PM.

Mrs. Rhodes's fork stopped in midair. Mr. Rhodes frowned. Lucas set down his glass and stood. "Mr. Hale, you've misunderstood." Lucas's tone was calm. "Ms. Linton is the photographer I hired to take my parents' golden anniversary photos. This is the first time we've had dinner together." "Preston." I stood. "Let's talk outside." I nodded apologetically to Lucas. Lucas said it was fine and told me to take care of it first.

He transformed it into a fairytale-like garden filled with tulips and lilies, complete with a yacht procession and a drone light show. He arrived earlier at the island's hotel venue to confirm the schedule with the host when a commotion broke out among the guests. It was Chandler, who'd stormed into the wedding venue and snatched the microphone from the stage. "What all of you don't know is that this man, Mr. Antoine Atwood, pretends to be devoted when he's actually a cheater!" The crowd erupted in murmurs. "A cheater? That can't be… I heard Mr. Atwood waited more than ten years to finally win his wife back."

When the call was connected, she said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness, “Hello, Mrs Pearson. It’s Gia, your husband's Physiotherapist. I am so sorry to disturb you during such a tragic time. I have come to pay my respects. However, the gentleman at the door seems to think I am a stranger. He is refusing to let me in to see you.” Then she handed the phone to Butler Greg with a triumphant smile. Butler Greg listened for only a few seconds before his shoulders stiffened and he replied, “I understand, Madam. My apologies.” He handed the phone back to Gia, then he stepped aside, though his gaze remained distrustful, and said, “Please follow me, Miss Gia.” Gia walked into the living r

"Relax. I'm earning enough now to cover my meds. Look, these are what I bought with my salary." I scooped up a handful of colorful pills, tossed them back, and swallowed without hesitation. Then I frowned, falling into a long silence as I pressed a hand to my chest and finally exhaled in relief. When I looked up, William was staring at me. His eyes were faintly red at the corners. I let out a sudden laugh. "Impressed?" He lowered his gaze. His smile was soft, but it carried a quiet bitterness. "Yeah." … [In the Next Life — December 31, 2023, 11:45 PM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Two]

Even with so many death warriors, Chester’s heart still surged with extreme fear! Especially when he saw Nigel’s subordinates fighting with the death warriors like crazy! Even if the death warriors were powerful, they could not withstand being under siege! At the brief moment when Chester hesitated, Philip had already passed through the crowd and walked up to him. “You... What do you want? I’m Chester Ludwig, one of the 11 members of the Gentleman Court. Behind me, there’s the lord… Lord…” Chester hissed, but before he could finish speaking, Philip had already made a move. He grabbed Chester by the neck and lifted him!

Even a problem arouse in their life. Bo Ra’s friends… they didn’t ghost her like Min Kyu. They are with her in every problems. For their good doings. They will definitely lead a happy life. All the couples are living a happy life forever… Like her, we always face problems and solve it bravely. Don't just fall for a simple problem. We can solve it on our own. Let's all lead a happy life. THE END!!