Lets Go Rush B Novels & Stories

Suddenly the staircase became too long for him. He ran up the stairs so fast that he was panting heavily when he reached the landing in front of his room. He kicked open the door and banged it close. He laid his back on the shut door, flung his bag to one side and closed his eyes in a bid to calm his restless nerves. His heart was beating rapidly, he could hardly breathe. He stared outside through the glass panes; the sun was going down gradually, drifting into the evening. He quickly made a dash to his bed and laid on it with his school clothes still on.

6: Halfway to the bungalow Jim’s lungs were burning and his legs shook. He stopped and bent forward with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He was more out of shape than he realised. Coming up behind him he heard the familiar rumble on either side of the path. There seemed to be two of them now. There was twice as much noise and the ground on either side of the path shook.

***Sunshine Magazine Publishing Office*** Sunshine's office was quiet at lunchtime. Most employees leave the office for lunch at a restaurant not too far from Sunshine's office. Although there are also some who have lunch at the office. Raisa belongs to a small group having lunch at the office. The young woman is enjoying the rice bento box she ordered via gojek while checking email on her laptop screen. Raisa uses her lunch time more often while working so she can go home on time.

"Run! This is our only chance. We can't let them catch us!" We rushed through the darkness as the search party with torches closed in. Almost everyone from the compound seemed to have come out to the hill. A burly man held up a shoe and shouted, "That bastard ran this way!" The person in charge of the compound wore a dark expression. "This is the first time any of my cargo has dared to run. Track them down. Bring them back, alive or dead!" I stumbled through grass as tall as I was, my lungs burning and my skin stinging all over.

"This is a custom order for a client. It's very important." "I do remember your birthday," he continued gently, ruffling my hair. "Your gift is on the way. I promise it will be a nice surprise." I watched as he turned and walked back into his room, my eyes stinging with tears. My phone was vibrating incessantly in my pocket. When I checked it, I found out that I had been added to a group chat containing about a hundred people. The group chat was named "Charles' Proposal Planning Committee". I stared at the name of the group chat and couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. Charles was brainstorming ideas to propose to his first love, and he had had the gall to add me to the group chat.

The next morning, Sean canceled all his meetings just to cheer me up. When we pulled up to the city’s most famous rooftop couples’ restaurant, I saw a heart-shaped display made entirely of fresh flowers. I’d tried to book this place so many times before, but Sean had always been too busy with work to come. This time, to win me over, he booked the entire place for us. However, it felt like biting into candy that had long since gone stale—sweet in theory, bitter in reality.

Grabbing my phone, I sent Lilly a text, is she available Monday after school we can go over things and see where we can start. Then I called Keith, not even one ring and he answered "Hey Arron I was about to call you, well not this moment, but in around 10 min, never mind. Since I did not see you leave after the practice to tell you, we have a team gathering at Grama's burgers, to see what to do with the game so if you have nothing smarter to do, it would be great if you could come around 8 pm. I mean if you do not want to, you do not have to, but you know if you can." I interrupted his speech, "It sounds good, I will find a burger place on the map, see you there at 8."

So fast, the butterflies flew inside my body; I was about to answer him, then an annoying voice interrupted us. “Miss Marshall.” I turned towards the source. Alexander shrugged towards me. We walked towards him. “This is Joshua. He is our event manager and a great helper.” I introduced Joshua to Alexander. “And this is my boss. Mr. Alexander Hunt, the owner of ENAMORE.” Joshua extended his hand with a smile, but there was no change of expression on Alexander. “Bonjour, nice to meet you.” “Hello.” Alexander shook his hand, glaring at me. “Are you done with your work here? We have to go back to the hotel.” Alexander blurted.

Maren deduced, her pulse racing with fear. "I want you dressed and ready to play the part of a devoted wife within the next thirty minutes," Gideon instructed without a shred of mercy. He let go of her shoulders and walked toward the heavy wooden door to summon his crisis management team. "Colm is bringing the cameras to the penthouse, and we are going to give the world a love story so convincing that no judge will ever dare question your stability again."

He simply looked patient, useful, present. Ethan locked the phone and threw it onto the bed. Ten minutes later, he picked it up again. The earliest flight to Halewick left the next morning with one connection through Miami. If he booked it now, he could reach the resort before dinner. He imagined arriving before the rehearsal, finding Claire, pulling her aside before Maya could turn it into a public fight. They would talk. She would be angry. Maya would be worse. Ben would look at him like he had disappointed everyone at once. Ethan could handle all of that.