Mark Zusak Novels & Stories

“Father.” “You’re late,” CEO of the ADAMSON ENTERPRISE, the largest money making company in the world, Richard Adamson replied, not bothering to look up from the slim, pocket-size tablet he held in one hand as he checked his email. Knight unfolded the cloth napkin fanned out on the plate and draped it over his lap. A waiter discreetly filled his water glass and left two leather-encased tablets containing the menu and wine list on the table before departing. “I was busy.”

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”

However, I figured we got along because he was barely around. He had been so busy that he lacked the time to eat or sleep. The Russians were doing a number on him. I patted the bed as a gesture for him to sit. When he did, I climbed behind him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and started massaging. He was so tense but he started relaxing under my hands. I massaged like my mother had taught me to massage my father. I got all the knots on there and he groaned. " If you continue with what you are doing, I might have to strip you naked and take you right here on the bed. "

Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears. "And it tore me apart to see you so sad. I decided to make it my mission to get my shit together for you. Because I wanted you to see that even though I was the total opposite from your pops...a man that had it all. A good family, a good business, and a good career. Then, look at me? A high school drop out, struggling from pay check to pay check. You remember when you came? We lived in the outskirts of town on a rundown mobile home." Russell smiles, lowering his head and sighing.

Of course, they would, the two of us were the talk of almost everyone around, and it was only normal and expected for people to be admiring our presence. “Ezra?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to smile when I saw Mikhail, one of the club’s founders, standing in front of me. “And you must be Lia.” “How are you, Mikhail?” I asked, nodding at the man. “I am well, thank you for coming.” He said, and I smiled, feeling somewhat proud of him. The man was opening the club, as his first project, after his father died. His father was initially in charge of drugs, but his son was choosing a different path, and though it wasn’t a guaranteed one in the grounds of a cartel, it would at least guar

After being abandoned by our elders, and being forced to fend for ourselves throughout the whole way; our wolves have found it better to keep quiet, disciplining themselves into treating us as if we didn’t exist, and in return; we didn’t interfere when it came to how they reacted when shifting. I walked up the stairs and back to the bedroom where the maids were busy fixing up the mess. They stopped when they caught sight of me, but I raised my hand, allowing them to keep going with whatever it was they were doing. I opened one of my personal suitcases, it had books in it and I have asked the maids not to empty it until I’ve found a proper place for them. I pulled out a book and closed the su

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

she assured and this time he reciprocated her smile. “So, what are you working on?” Kayla asked eagerly, now that the ice was broken. Zack touched his glasses and rotated the screen to her side. “I have to write an essay on this particular topic from Julius Ceaser. The teacher rejected my last two submissions because they weren’t good enough” Mikayla squinted her eyes and leaned into read the question.

She tried to relax and clear her mind. Nathaniel pointed out certain buildings and told her their history along the way. She had to admit that it took her mind off the stone. She enjoyed the scenery as they drove into the countryside. Nathaniel had told her that Barnaby lived in the woods and had no neighbors for miles, so she wasn't surprised by the countryside they saw. She also wasn't surprised when they turned down a well-maintained dirt road.