Making It Count Titanic Novels & Stories

Someone out of the crowd pointed "Yea,it only has 3 pieces in existence gosh it cost about $100,000 if it the original,that lady is in trouble" Someone added The lady stared at me with a smirk,she was waiting for me to react I frowned "Is the money in the black card enough?" I asked turning to secretary Jack "It more than enough" he replied I took out the black card and I heard people gasp "She's freaking rich" "Omg turns out she's a rich bitch" I looked at them in confusion,I never own a black and don't know how much it contain "Let me transfer to you" I turned to the lady who stood transfixed after seeing my card, she recollected herself and clear her throat

Me:: anyways, 8 have nothing to say about that. Queen:: what? Wait babe, don't tell me what Greg said is true, is it? Johnny:: queen if I tell you it is true what are you gonna do about it, let me even tell you something, do you even love me!? Queen:: of course I love you so much babe

Hahahaha. When Stella gives her husband a blow job apology. Haha. Just kill me. Thank you all for reading TAKEN, if you have any questions. Click on this line and ask them. Love you all. From : Hedi_mahlo Signed 2021

This man was a dangerous weapon that was not just deadly for her sanity but was the typhoon that was going to swirl her around before killing her. She had been completely infatuated with him in last complete month of knowing him, almost to the point where she felt like she loved him but now all the clustering instances moved around her mind like a movie, the way he had claimed that Maria was dead without a bit of remorse like he couldn't care less, Isabella wasn't sure anymore if Marco hadn't killed Maria himself in one of his fit of rage, it finally all made sense why Jaden had been so scared Of Marco finding out of her sneaking away.

His voice is laced with concern. “James, promise me you’ll never get me a cruise ticket. Ever. If you’ve already bought one, burn it.” He stares at me, bewildered. “You’ve been watching Titanic again, haven’t you?” I burst into tears again. “Yes.” “Why do you all keep watching that movie if it makes you so upset?” “Because it’s Titanic, James! There doesn’t need to be a reason.” “Are you going to toss and turn in your sleep again, dreaming about Jack’s death?”

I thought about leaving a message, then decided against it. At the exact moment the countdown ended, I dragged my suitcase and placed my hand on the door handle. My marriage was over. Right then, to my surprise, the door opened from the outside. Lawrence stood there, sweat on his forehead, looking like he had run all the way. He was breathing hard, a guilty smile still on his face. "I'm sorry, Rebecca. I just finished taking someone back. The car broke down on the way, so I rushed over…" His voice trailed off as his gaze fell on my luggage and the plane ticket in my hand.

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

I could see the countdown above a person’s head when they had already decided to leave their partner. The day my father’s countdown hit zero, he slapped a lawyer’s letter on the breakfast table and walked out on my mother and me. The day my best friend’s countdown hit zero, she finally threw her parasite of a boyfriend out of her apartment and changed the locks before sunset. That was why I’d always been terrified of seeing a countdown above my fiancé, Lucian Bellandi. Luckily, for seven years by his side, the space above his head had stayed clean. Lucian was the youngest Don the Bellandi family had ever seen. He owned the docks, the casinos, and half the South Side’s dirty money, yet he sa

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Isabella’s POV It’s finally the weekend, we just got to The Hamptons. Stephanie is having her close friends and family in her beach house for her birthday. I got her a present even though Carter specifically told me not to get her anything but that’s just rude going to a birthday party without any present. Anyway I know she’s into clothes and fashion so I got her a vintage 1950’s Chanel bag, there’s only 3 of those ever made I brought it in an auction.