Link X Novels & Stories

Alexandra bites her lower lips while she watches him, that was her bad habit. Trisha, on the other hand, had a bored look on her face. They all sat on the centre rug. Close to the table. "Which subject do we begin with?" Christopher asks. "Let's start with Chemistry!" Alexander suggest. "No. Mathematics, " Trisha intrudes. "We will treat both. Let's start with one, " Christopher says. "Yeah. Chemistry!" Alexandra smiles. "You aren't serious!" Trisha agures making Christopher smile. He simply ignores them and tears out two tiny papers, he pens down something and folds it.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

fingers cross, please believe me Bess. "Ehhh online class. What kind of class is it? You are doing extra work on weekends wow!" Gahd, it doesn't look like all is going according to plan. Dianna thinks, think... AHA! "Ouch Bess my stomach hurts so bad, it's killing me" putting my act on with me holding my stomach and facial expressions "H-ha? Oh no, go to the restroom quick right now." "O-Oh! I mean. No need Bess... It looks like LBM, far worse. I don't want your toilet to get clogged by me."

"Enough foul to snap someone's head without any prior intimation." "Oops. I can see the lioness is back in the field." Nicolas spoke, showing a fake scared face. "Forget about coming back, she had never left either" Myra replied back. "Dismissed" As soon as she spoke a lot of people left a huge sigh of relief. As soon as the room became empty Nicolas came towards Arthur and Myra. "Look, I am sure, Xavier is in Sweden. He is trying to operate from Norway too. There is a high chance he is trying to rebuild the Irish Mafia group. But this time he would not be in alliance."

My hand shook as I pinned back my curl, I had developed such a bad tremor in the last years- perhaps due to my illness, or the countless medications I have to take due to it. Triston's voice cut through the silence of the bathroom, "What color are you wearing tonight?" I turned my head up,

“There's something that's been bothering me.” Her reaction caught me off guard. Instead of dismissing me as I had feared, she seemed genuinely interested. “What is it?” she asked. I keep hearing Ralph's voice in my head. It's like he's talking to me in my head. It's called mind linking,” she explained. “It's a common thing among werewolves. We can communicate with each other through a mind link.” “But I'm not a werewolf,” I pointed out, confusion evident in my voice.

“Get back to work!” With and ashen face Dexter joking said “ it’s your family I though you’d like to know what was happening and besides it’s in the paper. The coworkers took picture of your law walk of shame. Wanna see? She didn’t put her shoes or bra on, she’s walking out with them in her hand. Uhh this man is a little cute I wouldn’t mind giving him a ride around the world. I wonder what she’s going to tell her husband? Are you sure you don’t want to go pick up that hair brush you left there?”

In response, Annie rolled her eyes but remained grinning softly. Finally, she spotted Leo. He was talking amongst some of the other guys on the team, including Jack. He was dressed in all his football gear, holding the helmet in his hands. The back of his jersey read 'SMITH' with the number 03 underneath in a large font. Throughout the game, Annie found herself having a better time than she expected. She was laughing alongside Amari every time Jay would start to get annoyed when the other team would get a touchdown. She didn't cheer much because she was a quiet person but every time Jack or Leo would be running with the football, she would find herself clapping her hands and anxiously, but e

In front of people who worked with us daily and would have immediate opinions about the fact that Adrian Chen was sitting unusually close to the creative director. Marcus noticed immediately. "Everything good with the campaign?" he asked, and his tone suggested he was asking about something completely different from the campaign. "Everything's excellent," I said. "Eli and I have developed a really strong collaborative rhythm." "So I've noticed," Marcus said, and he smiled in a way that suggested he'd been waiting for this moment for quite a while. During dinner, Eli maintained easy conversation with the team. But occasionally, his leg would brush against mine under the table. Or his hand wou

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater