Nonton One Fine Week Novels & Stories

Maybe by Monday, when he realizes I’ve been fucking his wife all weekend, he’ll change his mind. Thompson extends his hand first. “You’ve got a deal,” he says. This time, I shake it.

“I’d rather not say.” Jasmine tilted her head to the side, smiling, trying her best to flirt. “Tell me.” “Well, don’t get mad. Okay?” Jasmine looked at him as if he had four heads. “Your uncle is so nice! I can’t imagine him saying anything inappropriate.” “Well, it wasn’t inappropriate....” She batted her eyes, trying to make her voice sound sexy. “Tell me?” Zain laughed. “Wow! You really do want to know, don’t you?”

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

The voice says and I put a little pressure on my eyes to clear it. “Yes, who is this?” I frown “This is Nathaniel Kings from Kelani’s” He responds. “Oh hi, is everything alright?” I speak into the phone, adjusting the duvet on my legs. “I am calling to inform you that we have to cancel the interview that was supposed to happen next week….the company has decided not to publish the story” He informs and I frown. “What?! Why? It’s a very good story” I complain. “I am so sorry Miss Jacobs” He mutters before the line goes dead.

I let out a sigh and stared back. "No, Deron, really. Just give me a moment and I'll be fine. We'll set another one after next week anyway." "How do I know you'll be fine for real?" You placed the plate on the table then faced me again. One of your arm rested at the top of the backrest as your eyes stared intently. I smiled. I, then, brought my face closer and gave you a quick peck on your lips. "I'll be fine. No worries. You'll make it up after next week anyway."

He drove off, and with one hand on the wheel, he used the other to take out his phone and dial Fiona’s number. She picked up at the second ring. “What?” “I just placed the cameras, boss. Do they work?” he asked, ignoring the arrogance in her tone. There was a bit of silence before she broke it off. “Very good, Dione, very good,” she said, and he grinned. “Can I have the day off then?” he tried to ask but was cut off with more demands. “You didn’t come to America to have sex with everyone putting on a skirt, you fool. Get your ass over here. Now that phase one of the plan is in motion, we need to plan for phase two,” she yelled and ended the call.

Stop playing with me_ _I'm not. I swear on my Mathematics finals_ _OMG, you're serious. I'm so happy for you_ _Guess what?_ _You're finally going to take my advice and get a boyfriend?_ _Ewww, no. I don't want a boyfriend. Not yet_ _Err. Ok what?_ _Mom says YOU can go with us_ _Millie, this joke is really expensive, like fr_ _I'm serious. Do you want to go?_ _Is the sky blue? Of course, I want to go. But, I don't have money and stuff_

"When will it be time for a new mission?" He pondered aloud. Lately, he found himself sitting in this place, indulging in the flavors of wine and cocktails, awaiting a new mission all by himself, day after day. And on a weekend like this, the Airburst Selection: All Star Project aired its first week on AB Weekly, showcasing the best footage from the preselection round carefully selected by the producers. The show garnered significant attention, and its ratings reached new heights. Numerous trainees stood out, captivating the public's interest and becoming the subject of many conversations. "Taleo is absolutely amazing."

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

I wouldn’t see him for a whole week. I didn’t say anything. I just tried to reassure myself. It’s just one week. Time will pass quickly. He’ll be back. And we’ll finally talk about the things we need to talk about. It’s just one week.