Movie Blank Slate Novels & Stories

Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre. "What's in the tea?" Andre asked, holding his hand on a suspended level. "It didn't kill you the first time, you think it will now?" Macklemore teased. "I mean, is it like a truth syrup or some kind of therapeutic stuff?" Andre finally has a sip. "The tea is to help you relax, other than that, it does nothing else. Everything you see when you enter your subconscious is a manifestation of the residual files in your brain, just as our mobile applications contain residual files and cached all piled in the junk folder."

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."

“He’s walking her to a white, four door BMW, license plate, JKL-0008.” “That’s better.” The sound of clicking whispered in the van as Mark took pictures. “He’s giving her something, but I can’t make out what it is. It’s small.” Clicking came from the camera. “Eh,” he retorted in disgust as the clicking became faster. “What?” “That slime ball just kissed her hand. I know she has amnesia, but how can she not see he’s a sneaky scumbag? It’s written all over him.” “Sometimes women are blinded by fancy suits, nice cars, and money,” Allen replied.

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time. At that moment, another batch of comments floated across the air in front of me: [All the food the male lead prepared got frozen, so even if he doesn't freeze to death, he'll starve!] [Serves him right! Look at those pieces of garbage, tearing at each other like wild dogs!] [That old witch got what she deserved too!] [Meanwhile, the MC's living the sweet life, and that's how it should be!] At that moment, the signal returned briefly, and I saw an interesting scene through the surveillance.

The operator hit the master key. The red text dissolved. The screen went black for one second. Then a white light began to bleed through the center of the glass.

The cold light from the screen shone down on me. A moment later, the platform hummed, and two large words appeared: [Accusation Failed.] The scene instantly became deathly silent. The next second, the audience erupted. "Failed? How could it possibly fail?" "It's rigged! Absolutely rigged! That screen showed it clear as day! The little brat said it with her own mouth!" "Exactly! She's vicious, spreading rumors about her own sister, and there are both witnesses and evidence. Why doesn't it count?"

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

Blake smiled warmly and nodded, then turned the steering wheel and drove towards the cinema. Seeing that most of the people at midnight were lovers, Avery stood outside the screening hall and looked at the introduction of the newly released movie. It was either a war movie or a police movie, she was probably not interested. "What do you want to see?" Blake asked. Avery shook her head, suddenly she saw the flyer in the corner. It turned out that there was a new screening area in the cinema that was used to show outdated movies. And tonight's South Korean movie My Wild Girlfriend.

The unbothered man just chuckled. "Princess, I will wait for that day" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you see me? (The love forbidden) Synopsis. If you are a fan of BL stories, then this book is definitely for you. A love story between two opposite worlds. The son of a Mafia Lord and a lone ghost. After his death, Earth becomes a lonely ghost. Until he meets a kid who can see him. Years later, they became best friends but... What would happen when Earth falls in love with his friend?.