Modern Novels & Stories

- I cross my arms- your alphamale roll doesn't affect me at all and now get out of my room- after looking us challenging in the eyes for a minute hesnorts and leaves the room, I smile victoriously. After being a while in my room bored I go straight to the kitchen where Aracely prepares me two sandwiches and with both in my hand I enter the library where I spend the whole afternoonlocked in it and among her books. Aracely is a goddess of the kitchen. Luckily no one enters the library and I spend theafternoon quietly, I look out the window at the moon

What was wrong with me, I felt strange and tingly all over my body and couldn’t understand why. After a while I must have dozed off again, because I woke up to the familiar smell of mountain dew so strong it felt like I was choking on it. Looking up with a start I stared right into his eyes as he looked down at me, they were the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen and his black hair was short but spiky after his bath, he smelt even more amazing now. Keeping his eyes fixed on mine he swallowed hard,

Call me weird but it's for my mental health. Max's brilliant idea of creating me an I*******m account has brought me back in the dark whole of anxiety that social media causes. The reason I avoid social media, particularly I*******m, is because I get too fixated and obsessed with it and before right now I had managed to avoid all form of socials in my life.

Model without a Cause “Okay, everybody!” Collin boomed at the front of the darkened boardroom. “As you all know, we are going to be advertising Capier's brand new line of cell phone products called Clickmark." A picture of a mauve colored cell phone appeared on the screen along with a list of features.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

“You beautiful ladies finish your movie.” “Okay, darling,” Maisie said, kissing him. “Say goodbye before you go, okay Aunty Cricket?” Poppy said. “Of course,” I said, and followed Hatch downstairs to the swanky finished basement. It was an expertly designed space, decorated with antique mid-century modern furniture and artwork. “You want a beer?” Hatch asked. “Maybe later.” “How did you find out about Cutter?” Hatch asked as we flopped onto the sofa. “He summoned me.” Hatch raised an eyebrow. “Summoned you?”

The whole group seemed to stop. "Griff? What's going on?" Lilly whispered but I shook my head as I looked over at my Dad. The air was thick with the scent of blood and rogues. {Rogues are packless wolves that were kicked out due to some crime. They are usually violent and bloodthirsty} I linked our pack. {Did you smell that? Where's it coming from?} I asked as we circled up together. {The west. Is it an attack?} Nik replied

Unlike the hushed, museum-like lobby, this place buzzed with the clicking of keyboards, the whirring of high-end printers, and the frantic chatter of people who looked like they hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. ​"You must be the new girl. Martin, right?" ​A woman with sharp, bobbed hair and a tablet tucked under her arm stopped in front of me. She didn't wait for an answer. "I’m Monica, the Senior Content Producer. You’re late for the briefing. Follow me." ​I scrambled to keep up with her. She walked with a terrifying speed that reminded me of the helicopters.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

Hadn't been paying that kind of attention. I was paying it now. He was probably around my age, mid-thirties, with the kind of face that suggested he spent more time thinking about ideas than maintaining a careful professional appearance. His hair was slightly too long. His clothes fit in a way that suggested he'd gotten dressed without considering whether they coordinated. There was something about him that suggested he operated on a completely different frequency than the rest of the world. "Adrian," he said, extending his hand. "I've heard you're excellent at strategy."