Lost In Translation Plot Novels & Stories

"Neil, did you really think I'd fall for your nonsense again? The second I left, you went crying to my mom to back you up. Honestly, I'm glad I broke your leg. God knows what you would've done to Martin otherwise." With that, she hung up. I listened to the beeping that followed, gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white before helplessly loosening my grip. I should have known I'd lose when I made that wager with Margaret three years ago. I just never imagined I'd lose this badly. I had intended to quietly wait until it was time to leave. But the very next day, Kate and Martin came storming back into the house. Kate's eyes were bloodshot, and her clothes were disheveled. It

"Listen carefully. I don't care whether Victor still belongs to the Lombardi family or not. He still stands far above trash like you. Now get out." "Yes, yes, of course!" Scarface shot Victor one last look, then hurried off with his men. Gino watched them leave, then turned back with a smile. "Victor. It's been a long time." Victor stared for a moment before recognition came. Gino had once been his most loyal man. Later, Gino took the fall for the family and left on his own. Back then, Lydia had given him money and sent him to Billston to start over.

set up the meeting, alright sir, I walked to the car while I drove off to the office, the receptionist came to me, sir, they are already in the boarding room, I nodded my head as I went to the elevator and pressed the button, when the elevator dinged I step out and walked to the board room, I opened the door and walked in, all eyes on me immediately, I walk to the head of the table, sorry for the delay I said as I sat down, okay shall we begin the investor asked, I nodded my head, the meeting went on for a while with me throwing questions from one place to another, I already know I can’t work with them, let me have your statistic I said as he handed it to me, I went through it, you had mone

The surveillance was playing on the screens in front of me. The sound was muted. By the looks for my wife and daughters body language, it looks like they are in an argument, so I turned up the volume. “I don’t remember,” Hana stated. “Then what the hell do you remember, Hana. The shipment is lost. You’ve cost me too much money,” my wife said. What shipment is she talking about? There have been reports that the authorities intercepted a full container of contraband. “Why didn’t your guy do a better job,” Hana said. “My guy didn’t mess up. It was you and your friends that messed up,” my wife snarled. Have I not paid attention to them? What kind of mess are they into? “We should

He ruffled Leone's hair and said, "I'll bring you home once I've cleared out the opposition over there, Leone." In the end, it was Sofia and Lucia who moved into the penthouse with him and mingled at high-society events. Leone and I were left behind at the dilapidated manor in the countryside, living like a pair of forgotten shadows. He kept sending letters just like before, and while every line was saturated with love, he failed to provide even a penny for our basic needs. He remained a ghost to us, never once making the trip back to see how we were faring.

He looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slept for days. I instinctively tried to shut the door. But he shoved his hand against it, knuckles straining. "Please don't close it. I just need to talk." My friends looked between us. "Mel, who's this?" "Nobody," I said through clenched teeth. I pushed harder, trying to force the door shut. He was stronger. The door wouldn't budge. "There's nothing left to say. Get off my property!" "I'm nobody?" He let out a broken laugh, eyes red. "Eight years, and I'm just some stranger now? Melissa, why did you leave without telling me? Do you know I quit my job at the firm just to track you down?"

They headed to the changing area, and Lisa tried on her dresses first while Isabelle waited to give her opinion on the dresses. Lisa went in and came back out. They both made eye contact and laughed at how silly she looked in the first dress. She tried on the second dress, and they both agreed that the colour did not match the shoes she planned to wear. Lisa went in and came out in her third dress, and they both knew, without saying anything to each other , the dress was perfect. "You look nothing short of amazing in that dress," Isabelle gazed as she complimented Lisa. "Thank you, Mademoiselle Turner." Lisa faked a French accent as she held her dress on both sides and bowed her head like sh

and walk away. I hear yelling and footsteps running after me, once I get to one of the biggest trees on campus I climb it. When I reach the halfway point I take a set on one of the branches, I look down to see Alexander and Josephina run past the tree. Then Jaxon almost runs past my little hiding spot, but instead stops right under my tree. He stands there for a minute then walks away. I start to climb down the tree, right when I get to the bottom I hear a branch snap and that causes me to lose my concentration making me lose my footing. When I fall I prepare for the impact of the ground but it’s hard surface never comes.

Everything I avoided suddenly came to pass, it all happened like a movie, one that I tried to hard to avert. I even killed goons to avoid this but all my efforts fell to a hard ground. My heart began to fail me as my eyes watched Diana exit the mansion premises. Is she ever going to come back? "Arrrghhhh!!!" I boiled in frustration. Fuck!! What am I going to do now? ****** DIANA I can't believe it's playing back again, the tears,the agony and pain. I couldn't hold the tears from flowing down my cheeks. I bent my head inside the cab and cried more. The more I played the videos in my head the more tears releases itself from my eyes.

I reach my hand out to her. She smiles and looks to Gus for translation. He talks Spanish and she eyes me for a second before taking my hand. Then she says something. Gus translates. “She’s sorry for your loss, all those years ago.” I laugh. “Well, I’m not.” Gabriel bristles at this. I ignore him. Whoever they thought Greg was, I have news for them and it’s all bad. I’m done with this happy-happy joy-joy crap. “You know, Gus,” I say, “it must be so nice for you to play translator all night. You’re just so useful.”