Mc 1% Novels & Stories

"It is only one percent. If you ask me to give up now, I cannot accept it. I will pay any price. Just give me one more chance." I gave it to him. But the price was his life. After ten years, his body had long been drained dry.

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Maybe he hadn’t paid much attention to it. Patrick turned and faced a shelf where they were stacks of books and files and he pulled out a file. He fixed his glasses on and checked the file thoroughly as he trailed his finger over it. “Madam Caro, a certain Mr Alex here owns about fourteen point eight percent in shares.” “Fifteen– that’s fifteen,” Alex jumped in as he raised a finger and came to Patrick. “What were you leaving out zero point two percent out for? Do an approximation and make it a round number.”

Marco said again when he gained his calm. "Affirmative, president," Anna confirmed. "Less than 1%? Stupid metahuman!" Marco's gruff voice echoed on the room. "Anna based on the records of the Gary's logs, what are our chances of winning?" Marco asked. "0.000000000000001% president." Anna replied to the president. "What?! Say that again!" Marco thought he misheard his supercomputer. "0.000000000000001% president." Anna said again.

I kept my gaze firmly on Marcus Chen's expectant face, not letting the deep laugh that carried across Le Petit Bistro draw my gaze to the doorway. The same laugh that used to send my heartbeat skittering. Now it made my stomach roll. "The projected returns?" Marcus prompted. "Fifteen percent. First quarter." My fingers tightened on the water glass as Callum's companion giggled. The sound grated on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. "Conservative estimate."

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

“Oh, my God. I’m gonna faint.” “Congratulations, Ms. MacLynch.” “I wish I had a 1% cash. Is there a way to withdraw here?” He smiled again. “Of course, this is just like a regular bank. How much would you like to withdraw?” “1 percent?” I crunched my nose, making him amused. “And then 50% of that 1% will be transferred to my bank account. Here’s the number.” I passed a piece of paper to him. “We have your bank account details.”

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

Ace snapped his head towards Mr Garret's voice, the classroom is empty of students, Ace looked at Mr Garret with a blank face that is out of emotions. Mr Garret is younger than the other teachers in school, he's twenty-four. " Is there something wrong Mr Alastar?" Me. Garret asked and looked at Ace who was still sitting alone. " No, " Ace whispered, he packed his books and left the classroom. Me. Garret noticed the emptiness in his eyes, he's worried about Ace's well being. Ace sighed and looked at jack's disgusting eyes who was slamming his against the blue locker. " Where is my money, rich boy?" Jack taunted.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.