Mr Qi Novels & Stories

Dr Michael asked, looking between us. “Ugr- I am her teacher, why did she need surgery? Is she dying?” “Follow me” With that he walked away and we trialled after him, now entering his office for the second time. ****** “We need to talk, you are supposed to tell me if you are sick Chloe” Mr Young sounded pissed. I looked down at my shoe and avoided looking at his rage- honeyed irises. “Why are you staring at your shoe? Look at me in the eye!” It was the first time I heard him using that tone with me, and strangely it made my eyes water.

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

“[This is Mies Sai.]”. (Mies Sai) “Mr. Sai,”. (Choi Chae Ri) Chae Ri began, her tone steady but laced with determination. “This is Choi Chae Ri, CEO of VBC. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”. (Choi Chae Ri) “[Not at all,]”. (Mies Sai) Mies replied, his voice neutral but attentive. “[What can I do for you, Ms. Choi?]”. (Mies Sai)

Mr Qi Said to the others . " Twenty five choppers sir ." A young boy in his ten or eleven years old said while smiles to them . " Well , where is your father . You are supposed to be in school now ?" Mr Qi ask him . " Ermmm.... father went to the toilet. I... ermm I had a bad stomach this morning , so... only eldest brother went to school ." He smiles showing his white teeth. Adrian pat's his head and laugh . " Here twenty choppers for your father and this one thirty choppers for you . Go and buy some snacks or candies. Tell your father Mr Moo said you can take a rest for one burning stick to buy snacks in the market. Tomorrow g

I shouted, looking at him intently. "Ms. Kim Ahri Gaumond, I'm not making fun of you. You know what it is," he replied bluntly.

“He’s your medication, ma’am.” “Call me Claire, please.” Ma’am made me feel like my mother’s age mate. “Thank you,” I told him when he handed the little bag over to me. “What was all the fuss about?” I asked him. “Someone tried to break in, was wearing a Mickey Mouse costume. About six feet three, pretty huge guy.” “You think it’s the same guy from last time?” “Considering his genitalia was on display again, yes.” ••

"What family secrets would you like to know, Miss Smith?" Keisha beat her teeth down and glared at Grace who had on the most innocent smile on her face. With a smile that was definitely forced, Keisha turned around slowly to face the housekeeper, Mrs Patterson. She was a gigantic woman with blonde tresses that were constantly tied in an impeccable bun; something they were all required to do. It had dawned on Keisha from the first day she had set her eyes on the housekeeper, that she was definitely a perfectionist and it was no use to attempt to match her knack for perfecting everything she laid her hands on.

Everything gleamed with precision, luxury, and a sense of controlled power. “Bryan really does love perfection,” she murmured under her breath. A tall man approached with a professional smile. “I’m Ryan, the CEO’s personal assistant. You can just call me Ryan. I’m sure Noah briefed you on the basics, but let me be clear: what happens on this floor stays here. No scandals, no gossip, and absolutely no negative talk about the CEO. Confidentiality is everything.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge of warning. They stopped in front of a massive double door.

Ben turned towards the stage and I started to cover my face but unfortunately my seat was in the front row and that man kept on staring at me. He came towards the podium, took the mic and started to introduce himself, "I'm Brent Jones from Harvard University specializing in neurosurgery. I'm invited here as a Head supervisor of a new research project." Before he finished his introduction, all the girls in the hall went nuts and started asking absurd questions about his personal life and his relationship status.

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.