Making It Count Titanic Novels & Stories

titanium. A screen in the center of the bay flickered to life, showing a "Recursive" loop of Ethan’s own "Furious Youth." It was the "Subway Ghost" training sessions, the "Fake Dates" with Aria, and the "Social Influence" rise of the Hawke empire.

I picked up and heard a shaky voice. "Sis... it's Winter… "Don's had an accident. Someone messed with his car, and now he's crashed... they're trying to save him… "Could you... maybe come see him..." I stopped with my fork in mid-air for just a second. Then I stabbed another piece of steak and stuffed it into my mouth. After chewing and swallowing, I finally answered, taking my sweet time. "Oh, is he dead? If he's not, don't bother me. "It ruins my appetite."

Amina leaned towards the wall, shaking. Adrian stood nearby. Waiting. Knowing what came next. She lifted her head slowly. “How many?”. His expression tightened. “Don't.”. Have you ever done this? Silence. Then: “Fifty-six.”. The number smashed like a hard rock. She stared. “This is cycle fifty-six.”. Her body went numb. Fifty-six lives. Fifty-six versions. Fifty-six endings. All leading here. All erased. All replaced. She swallowed against rising nausea.

Adds two stars next to it. The rental notice snaps once in the wind. Maya writes down the number. She does not call it yet.

Sylvia looked around to check if anyone heard her. “Celine, it’s not nice to ask that” she reminded her. “Oh? Sorry, I’m gathering statistics for my project” she apologized sincerely. Why is it wrong to ask death counts in a facility for old people? That’s inevitable. How could she estimate the turn-around of residents in her ‘Heaven’s Gate’ facility if she couldn’t get actual data? She doesn’t understand it. But if Sylvia says it’s not nice, then she will refrain from asking again.

"Look, I have no problems with eighty-sixing a creep" "What?! No. No, I'm not a creep" "Sorry. I just..... Your eyes are really beautiful. I have a habit of saying things before my mind has time to process words. Really l'm not a creep", I was panicking inwardly. I was blowing this big time. This woman was seriously going to kill me. Not only was she this beautiful and a sexy woman but she got me to apologize to her twice in one day. That was a record!

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

He then stopped and said in a disgusted tone, "Audrey, you're smelly." I didn't know if it was because of the confined space inside the car, Jeffrey finally sensed the unpleasant odor on my body. It was the smell of fermentation after mixing blood and sweat, rolling on the ground, and rummaging through the garbage. Hearing Jeffrey's words, I subconsciously left the seat. The car drove unsteadily, and I fell from the seat. "I'm sorry. I won't dirty the seat. I just need to..." I just needed to kneel here.