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.

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.

she said rising to her feet. "Okay ma'am."Becca said. "Put all my calls on hold."she said walking out the door. . . "The new product is of a high technology with a 22.99percent of plastic,14.17percent of aluminum and a minimum percent 6.93% of copper.

Not flickering. Solid. Similar to Isla’s presence, in dreams. He extends his hand. One solitary droplet of blood slides, from his fingertip. It strikes the mat. Remains contained. It forms droplets. Perfect. Gold. “Ninety-eight percent " he states. " Two percent more and she’ll be… prepared.” Alexanders tone cuts sharply. "Then we'll ensure she never reaches a hundred." Marco. It’s the most sorrowful noise I’ve ever encountered.

Arthur asked. "Another five percent," Miller said with a thin smile. "By the time the wedding happens next month, Matthews Global will effectively own fifty-four percent of the company. We won't even need the marriage to control the board, but the marriage will make the transition look like a family merger rather than a theft."

“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.

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.