Neon Nostrade Novels & Stories

It hits me that, without him, I’d be working brand deals for months to pay off what I’ve booked. Keys click onto the counter—gold, heavy, engraved with a laurel wreath. We herd the crew toward the private‑guest elevators. Teddy squeezes my hand and smirks. “Hawthorne & Sinclair—partners in neon crime.” I roll my eyes, but my heart’s a bonfire.

They are bound to make a slipup. In no time,we are standing outside the shop. It's small, its windows grimy, with a flickering neon sign that says open. I push the door open and Nyx steps inside first. Inside ,it's cramped with shelves packed with cheap electronics—headphones, chargers, and a glass case full of burner phones. My stomach twists as I realize what this means. Burner phones. The kind you use when you don’t want your calls traced. The kind Snake would need if he’s the mole.

She looked a little above nine, with blonde hair, skinny limbs, and a ballerina dress cladding her tiny body. Abigail Vegas, the granddaughter of a multi-billionaire businessman that had unfinished business with the Costa Nostra, he guessed. That was, by the way, since he shared little or no information about himself with his employers, he expected none from them either. All of a sudden, he groaned as his groin area twitched, causing him to lose his grip on the steering. Thankfully the road was rid of movement by this time of the day, or else he'd have been crushed underneath one of those farm trucks before he blinked.

Adrian walked onto the balcony, staring across the glittering city. For weeks, he had believed he missed an exceptional employee. Tonight, that illusion finally shattered. He hadn't lost an assistant. He had lost the woman who had quietly become the foundation of both his company... and his life. The realization came too late. Far too late. As he stood beneath the rain-soaked night sky, his phone vibrated. A news notification flashed across the screen. NEXORA AI ANNOUNCES STRATEGIC GLOBAL PARTNERSHIP. CEO EVELYN CARTER TO LEAD EXPANSION INTO FIVE EUROPEAN MARKETS.

I retorted, my voice dripping with contempt. "Very well then I'd tell you other things. I happen to be the CEO of Royalty holdings, son of Alexander Forbes," he said with a devilish smirk. 'Royalty holdings?' 'Philip freaking Forbes is the CEO of Royalty holdings?' "Well, congratulations Mr. Forbes but I'm not interested in who you are so... I believe we're done talking here." His grey orbs hardened and his stare turned steely and cold, really cold I was inwardly squirming.

He’s ruthless in his business dealings, but a good ally to have. Nova laughs. “He’s working on it with his wife,” she says, and a happy look crosses her face. I wonder if I’ll have the same look when Nereo meets someone special. Someone who means as much to me as his mother does; someone he could always confide in and who will love him in spite of everything else. “Thank you for today. I don’t know what I would have done if Creed rejected my plea,” I say, leaning my head back and taking my smoke from her.

At that very moment, the little television screen in the waiting room was broadcasting a livestream of Nextronics' product launch. Nextronics was a company that rose steadily to fame over the past few years, not only because it boasted an impressive array of state-of-the-art digital devices, but also because of its handsome, intelligent, and incredibly wealthy CEO. The very same man who Nikki was so lucky to marry. Spencer Ford was the epitome of the perfect man— He was loving and devoted to his wife, much to the envy of women everywhere.

' 'Whatever it is No' 'You haven't even heard my proposal' 'I don't want to hear it' 'Please Em just this one time do it for me please.' 'argh fine so what is the thing anyway?' 'We are going to a partyyyy!!!' she says screaming. 'No take backs I'm on my way with some outfits bishhh' she then hangs up. After roughly 5 minutes I hear the bell ring and when I open the door it's Rosa and she's breathing heavily.

"How loaded can he be, Theo? The boy rides one of those death traps and got tattoos up one side and down the other. I don't think they hire that type in any respectable company." "Shows what you know, Deke. I heard from Ms. Lucille that he's rolling in it. Got his own company in some big city somewhere, I think Chicago, she said." "Chicago? He ain't one of them mob types is he?" "Don't be an ass, Charlie, it ain't the damn thirties when Capone and them boys ran the streets. No, this is respectable business from what I hear." "He's a good-looking fella, look strong. And if he's any kin to Clancy, then you know he's from good stock. That girl deserves some good in her life. I think it's a sham

Xander frowning that something was wrong besides the demolition of Zayn and Brittany Brown's true nature towards the employees. Mr. Erwin developed a smile that Nadhea knew the meaning of. "I smell a new scent that I haven't smelled yet. Everyone in the company I've tagged includes Mr. Adam, the rarely seen higher-ups and Miss Nadhea. Is this the scent of a new client or..."Nadhea brushed aside Mr. Erwin's hand wanting to interrogate him suddenly.