Miss Doublefinger Novels & Stories

I almost forgot I was still on the phone. "What address?..." I begin but freeze upon looking at my systems screen. The address is boldly written on the screen. And it's just a few streets away. That's strange. I can swear it wasn't there earlier... "Have a nice night, dear. Sure would love to do business with you. "The man says, and with that, he ends the call. I place my phone down and stare strangely at the address that I somehow managed to miss earlier. Did I miss it, or did it just pop up? Maybe I'm a bit tipsy from sleep. Nothing makes any sense right now. Not even the strange phone call I just shared with an absolute stranger. I'd think better in the morning.

A few seconds later, the girl from Unit 602, Demi, replied in the group chat: [It's mine!! My limited-edition Dior makeup set! It cost $200! I was literally about to go downstairs and grab it! How is it gone already?!] The chat instantly blew up again. [Another package missing??] [@management are you guys seriously not doing anything about this?] [Who keeps stealing people's stuff?] I messaged Demi privately and got straight to it.

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

I had blocked Nancy's number a long time ago. Since she could not find me, I went to find her instead. By then, her scandalous personal life had severely damaged the Scott Group. The board had removed her from her position. When I saw her again, she looked like a completely different person. The woman who had once been flawless down to every strand of hair then looked worn out and haggard. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up. "Samuel, you're finally back.

She looked like she wanted to say something but held back. “What is it?” She handed me her phone. A video of what happened that night at the club was trending on social media. In the video, I looked pathetic. I appeared to be begging for money without an ounce of dignity. I rejected Blake’s so-called kindness, only to end up drenched in alcohol. My face was clearly visible right under the headline: [Gold-Digging Ex of a Medical Genius Comes Crawling Back for Money After Dumping Him When He Was Sick] The video had gone viral. It had received over a million likes.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad. After about five minutes of careful navigation through the flood with my feet, we crossed the brook. I lowered her to the ground. And just when she stood on her feet, she creamed; “Crabs, crabs!” I looked at where she pointed the light to, and there, on the muddy ground, I saw two crabs that held on tightly to each other with their pincers.

After a couple of names were announced, and almost half of the people were through, the warden announced, “Marie, Sophia, Charlotte, Jean.” Marie, Sophia, and Charlotte raised their hands, but the fourth hand was nowhere raised. So, Ms. Mejia announced for the second time the last girl’s name who was supposed to club with them. “Jean!” She called out, but again she didn’t see the fourth hand being raised among all the girls who were standing there. She understood that Jean was missing from the crowd, but she wanted to give it one more try. With all the voice that she could use, she shouted, “Jean!”

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

The week after the risky office encounter became a tightrope walk over an abyss. Alex tried desperately to regain control of his spiraling life, but Jordan had become an obsession he couldn’t shake. Every spare moment, every excuse, led back to them. The guilt toward Sarah grew heavier with each passing day, yet the thrill of the forbidden only made the sex hotter, more desperate, more addictive.