Next Re Remake Novels & Stories

Will update next as soon as possible when I get the time and proper network. Thanks for your understanding. A. Gupta

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

Let's meet in the next update guys xoxo

(okay, now pullout, let me continue with my work) Johnson ➡(what!?) Wetin u say? (what did you say BigBam ➡Ah, ah, I say remove am now! I wan continue work. (I said remove your dick, so that I can continue withy work) Johnson ➡You're not okay! 😡

I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre. …And I’m coming back as Deirdre…

"Bastard." Kai reached into his pocket and pulled out two more vials tucked into his fingers. "Careful, I brought backups in case you didn't want to listen to sense." They danced in his grasp. "Are you going to make me waste another? You'll need both of these if you're going to maintain your sanity. I told you that you need three applications, remember?" Three, and I'd broken one. The itch continued to try to consume me. The one spot of relief had been from that single dot. How long would this last? Would risking my future with Lindsey be worth it?

She would rather work than think of what Alan has texted her back because her mind would burst from it. As she was busy working, a lady came to her desk, "Hi, remember me ?" She said handing her a file, Aileen lifted her head and a faint smile etched on her lips. "Oh yes, hi" she said and took the file. It was the lady who gave her directions when she first got here. How could she forget about her and her ex boyfriend when they gave her a little drama that day? "By the way I'm Jemima but you can call me Jemmy, I didn't know we were working on the same floor" she stretched her hand to her. Aileen shook hands with her "I'm Aileen, I didn't know either" she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Are you a dog, Owen? Bite softer!" But this time, it was a mercy cut between two adults. "Don't say you regret it. That's so cliché. We're not right for each other." I clutched the sketchbook and walked out. --- When I repeated that line to Jordan, he was shooting an ad cover. Shook his head with a whistle. "Not satisfying enough. You should've cursed out his whole bloodline and—" He stopped. Let out a breath. "Forget it. Don't get tangled up with him again. After everything, the fact that you can walk away clean—that's already impressive."

My hands were steady, a small victory I celebrated internally. ​"The proposal for the northern corridor requires a unified visual language," I began, my voice clear and professional. I didn't look at Luke’s eyes; I looked at the bridge of his nose. "Velez International will handle the aerial cinematography, while Cromwell Legacy manages the heritage site archival footage. We need to sync our color grading to ensure the brand doesn't look fragmented." ​Luke leaned back, tapping his pen against the mahogany. "The heritage footage is high-contrast. Your style, Ms. Martin, tends to be... softer. More organic. How do you propose we bridge that without losing the 'Legacy' feel?"

My heart fluttered at the sound, but I pretended not to hear it and continued walking toward the sunlit road. If there was a next life, I never wanted to see Shawn again.