Moving With Me Novels & Stories

She pulls me to walk faster. ---

Not to mention the fact the litterally has a victim of kidnap in his damn van. The meal I just ate threatens to come back up as I slide across the floor of the van. I have never been good with rides. I have a long history of always feeling car sick when inside a moving vehicle. The horrible way the man is driving and the jerking motions, combined with the fact that she is laying flat on her back rather than sitting up has her stomach heaving with nausea. “Where are you taking me?” Abigail asks the big man by her head. “You really expect me to tell you that?” He slurs, with a drunken chuckle.

My body is your party, baby Nobody's invited but you baby I can do it slow now, tell me what you want Baby put your phone down, you should turn it off Cause tonight it's going, tell your boys it's going down We in the zone now, don't stop After a long while, I started to slowly emerge from the curtains and with closed eyes, flexibly enjoyed the sound of the music. The way my hips grinded, my fingers following and my torso swaying, I slowly tried to feel his presence. This is just a job. I have to make sure not to make a mistake to avoid angering the customer. I have to be good.

Amber didn’t resist the happiness she felt in her heart that made her raise her voice a little. “Hey, it’s amazing!” She cried out. The man walking in front of her, dressing in his black coat while in one hand had his passport and the documents he had to show to stay in that luxury place and with the other hand pulling his suitcase, never stopped to even see the things that made her so happy. Finally, after having thought so much about going with him to that business trip, she ended up being forced to go by the same man whose words had to be obeyed as the same law of the entire universe.

"Then spit it out!" "On the 17th … actually, it's a misunderstanding! That day, I was walking along Windshore Street and was lost in thought. I didn't look properly before crossing the road and a car almost ran me over. When I dodged, I bumped into a woman. We didn't hug each other or anything! If you don't believe me, ask your friend!" "Then what's all that about you going to the obstetrics department?" "I didn't go there! Your friend must be mistaken! I fell and went to check for any internal injuries."

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

My number had been blocked. I held my phone blankly in my hand and felt like the sort of loser who had lost everything that had to live for. The janitor patted me on the shoulder and handed me a few tissues. Then came another knock on the door. It was the police. They wanted me to come by the station so they could take my statement. I was obliged to recount the events of that painful night in detail. The pain and embarrassment grew stronger with every word that came out of my mouth.

The vehicles move, and I’m already causing traffics. My life sucks!

I start to move before the panic trying to claw out of my chest can take hold. ‘I’m on my way.’

A power move is what this gala really is, where different mafia men meet up to make connections and sometimes even start or push through with an ongoing deal. And in all my existence I have never felt this way about a human being before not to speak of a lady like Mia. It is just attraction, deep bone attraction. Yet why do I feel like my chest is about to come off when that bastard Moretti leans closer. I am up from the stool, feet taking long strides as I move across the hall to where they are. “Detach.” Just one word that carries so much authority. My face is blank, refusing to let anything pass through.