Modo Mobi Ltd Novels & Stories

The bright glare from the sun reflected off the windshield, so I couldn’t see who was driving, but I didn’t care. Whoever it was, I was just grateful they were here. The car’s shape became clearer as it neared my smile faltered. That car looked familiar. My brows furrowed, confusion replacing my relief. “No,” I whispered, my heart giving a small jump. “It can’t be…” The front design, the tinted windows, the low hum of the hybrid engine… I knew that sound anywhere. The Mobilon. Ryan’s Mobilon. I blinked hard, trying to convince myself I was wrong. Anyone could own one, right? They were expensive, but not one-of-a-kind.

"Great then . Be ready by 5 " As they all made there way out the gates Arabelle suddenly remember. "Caro ! Please drop me home Archer is out the town . He said he will come by 4 " Caro nodded opening her car . "Has Lucy talked to you ?" Caro asked and Arabelle stopped eating that lollypop . "Arabelle . I didn't know if i had offended your friends. But if they say you should not talk me so be it . I have no friends its better alone " Arabelle was very sad .

He asks in one swift move, Zama is floating on air suspended. “Hey guys.” He adds. “Long time no see.” “Möbius, you bastard.” Owen charges forward. “Remember your babies.” Möbius says in a singing tone, making Owen stop. “I don't want them though I only want their hot Mom.” He winks at me. “Please Möbius, I'll do anything, just let them go.” I beg.

"Mr Cunningham...sir?" "Excuse me, sir!!" "A word will you?" "Austin, he calling you..." Merrigold pulled at his hand pulling him back. "Yes?" Austin flashed a smile at the receptionist of the lodge he had been residing in for the past three days. It had three compartments, not anything prodigious. Having only seven employees. It was very private and extravagantly costly. It mainly catered for visitors from the west, willing to spend their dollars on accommodation in a foreign land. Luckily there was never a shortage of Americans and wealthy Europeans passing by the small town of Malborough as it was near the ports of Liverpool.

He still hopes for them to live a life full of happiness and fun all year round but unfortunately, his boss has a bad temperament sometimes which causes their misunderstanding always. What can he do? He thinks of ways to help his boss express himself to the latter but he ends up didn't know what to do anymore. His boss is overbearing and arrogant with the miss always. Feeling hopeless and helpless Tony lowered his head and just follow his boss in his black Maybach. He was seated in the passenger's seat while Xavier was in the back. Cold and arrogant is the temperament that an Acceturo possesses.

Flashback "Good afternoon. My name is Richard Smith, and I am the United States representative for the blue whale cruise company. - I'm not interested in buying cruises. – Sarah’s mother responds. "We are not selling trips, ma'am. This phone call informs you that you have won a 15-day Mediterranean cruise for one person, with everything paid for. - This is a scam. "No, ma'am, we announced this campaign in the media. Didn't you see?" - No.

he speaks coolly as we stop in front of the bathroom door. I grit my teeth as my irritation spikes, "Do not underestimate me, Ravello. I may be a woman but I can stomach violence as much as any mob boss can." The bite in my voice doesn't go unnoticed and he chuckles. "Have you ever tortured anyone before, little girl? All you ever do is give orders." "Open the door, Ravello. Let's find out if this guy has a tracker before we get back to Sicily." He chuckles again as he twists the doorknob, "Oh so there's an us now?"

“As you all know, Dominic Moore has hosted this event for nearly ten years, and the funds raised have helped propel Mr. Moore’s Children Matters Foundation.” I scoffed at the commentator’s words. Of course, Dominic would have a children’s foundation! That man had everything. “We have raised a record-breaking amount this year, which will go into helping kids and their families struggling with mental illness by providing them with access to treatments, facilities and housing in case they need to make long trips and stay overnight. Our next and last most exciting bid of the evening is one day on Dominic Moore’s yacht, accompanied by Mr. Moore himself,” the auctioneer said through the microphone

I tried to think of happy thoughts too to forget about the sad ones. My mom went to Tagaytay to visit our business and she will stay there for a week. I need to do something productive today but my mind tells me to relax and do nothing. Being lazy for once is not bad. My phone vibrates and I pick it beside me. It’s Devon and he is asking me if I will go to school but I didn’t reply because I still don’t know yet. I put my phone down and closed my eyes again.

"I just got a call from the head office. There’s been a massive shift in our equity over the last hour. Someone just executed a hostile takeover of our majority shares." I blink, my brain struggling to process the speed of that. "Who? Who has that kind of liquidity on such short notice?" "Tobias Moore." I feel like the floor has just vanished beneath my feet. "Tobias Moore? The film producer? Marcus, that’s ridiculous. Why would a man who spends his life on movie sets buy a Fintech company in the middle of a Thursday?"