Mr Limpy Novels & Stories

He said, gesturing for her to continue. "You said you're in need of a personal assistant sir" Miriam paused a bit. She wanted to add 'after killing John' but she shut her mouth so she won't be the next victim. She continued, "Here he is sir" "I see" Richie said and chuckled. He accessed the young man poor dressing and could tell he was not in the drug world. "What is your name?" He asked, after checking him out for the hundredth time and wondering what brought him here. After all, he was also wearing a faded jeans trouser and a cheap hoodie.

Ethan replied with his gaze fixed on the road as they drove towards the apartment. Lim Ming was tall and muscular with straight black hair, a light brown skin tone, almond-shaped eyes, a small nose, and high cheekbones. He stepped out of the hospital and got into his car, which was parked in the parking lot. With his gentle demeanor and the type of high-end car he drove, one would tell that Ethan Miller’s friends are people of higher status.

*smack* “Holy shit!” he groans. Wait i know that voice. I look and see it’s my brother Chris. Huh? I remember him being really skinny, how did he become so muscular and good looking. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me and get up.” He says holding the back of his head. Damn, did i hit him that hard. I kneel down and help him get up. “Oh man, I’m so sorry I thought you were a thief! God, I hit you really hard huh?”

The weight of her past actions hung heavily on her shoulders, a constant reminder of the chaos she had caused. The door to the room creaked open, and Inishola stepped in, his presence a rare interruption to her daily routine. His expression was a blend of seriousness and sympathy, reflecting the delicate balance he tried to maintain while dealing with Amy. He took a seat across from her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of recognition or emotion. "Hello, Amy," he said softly, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern. Amy barely looked up, her eyes remaining fixed on a spot on the floor. "Hello," she replied, her voice flat and devoid of enthusiasm. The monotony of her days had le

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

Elegant women and men already sat down on their chairs, the circle table holding documents and bottles of water for each of the attendees. Everyone was prepared for the meeting Mr. Slimth was about to give and, as always, the same chair by his side was empty. It was unbelievable! The meeting must have started 85 seconds ago. But who was Damien Slimth to measure time as he would always do? Well, Damien Slimth was the kind of man who thought when his employees arrived to that company, asking for the opportunity to work for him what they meant to ask was the opportunity to serve and please with their lives on his whims. Even if we talk about the woman he had seen turn into a woman.

My tio gets up, “Your mom is malnourished and I think she has some broken bones. I need to get her to the hospital for a full work, sobrina.” I nodded and looked at my mom. “Mama, we are on the third floor. I am going to carry you down, okay?” “Excuse me?” Aiden said. “What kind of a mate would I be if I let my pregnant Luna carry my mother-in-law down three flights of stairs. Step aside, mojito.” I smiled, “Thank you, guapo.” My grandfather and my other tio are looking at us, amused. Then tio Raul looks at them, “Trust me, they are like this all the time. I’m Dr. Raul Moreno. Please call me Raul.” He said extending his hand.

Mrs. Carter has a driver, he is a tall dark and a scary looking man, and he answers with grunts. He kinds of reminds me of Lurch from the movie Adams Family. He is a nice guy though and apparently has been working with the Carters for a long time. His name is David; he has a small house in the forest and stays there until one of the Carter's calls for him. We sat in the back of the black limo; Jacob was talking to Mrs. Carter.

His face is looked stunningly handsome and his appearance looks like a normal office worker. He knit his eyebrow and ask "Who are you?" The man is still silent. Zhi Ling who just calms down, wipes her tears and said "It's Grim. My Grim."

I’m rich! Mark liked to see his friend happy, but he remembered he had to find out a few things, and his face changed. When they entered the office he immediately turned on his computer, he had to find out who the hell this Richmond guy was. He typed his name into Yahoo! and some articles appeared on newspaper pages, apart from the well-known F******k. There was a lot of information, but what was on the first page of results was enough for him.