Nothing But Thirty Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was a faint impatience in her tone, as if my repeated urgency had annoyed her. "I've asked my assistant to handle it. Stop imagining everything in the worst possible way." But when her assistant called, her tone was full of difficulty. "Mr. Tully, Ms. Tomlinson said... the company accounts really are tight. We can only transfer a portion to you first for emergencies." I did not even get the bank notification for that "portion" before Caleb posted another update. This time, he showed off a Cartier LOVE bracelet. The caption read: "Someone said that when you're scared, you should hold on to something bright."

“Hi, Vera. Good morning.” I jerked back instinctively. His face was inches away, and for someone who has a girlfriend, he had no concept of boundaries. I pushed his forehead lightly to create distance. “Good morning, Theo.” Erica blinked with the sudden difference in the atmosphere. “No way! He’s definitely way more handsome than you,” she teased, trying to ease off the tension with nervous laughter. “Then, let’s ask Vera,” Theo scoffed, letting out a smirk. “Vera, who’s more handsome? Me or the CEO?”

Would he have been able to? Day thirty of thirty. Zero to go.

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

The sound of music could be heard across the hall with chatting from different people as the waiter and waitresses walking around with a tray of variety of drinks. At first Elena felt nervous, but what seems like he could sense her fears, he grab her hand tight and they walked in. As they walked in, most people stopped chatting and their attention was now fixed on the both of them. Austin walked towards the stage accompanied by Elena her hand tug around his, he held a glass of wine and with a fork he clicks on it three times to get everyone's attention. “ Good day everyone! Thanks for making up time despite your busy schedule to be here. Welcome to the launching of the most anticipated techn

'I know, little wolf, we're trying to work out exactly where you are, keep talking to us, tell us when we're getting closer, or further away. 'You can link with all three at once,' Lisbet said then, and I frowned, confused. That was usually quite a difficult thing, even for an Alpha who might need to contact many at once. Still, I tried it, focusing on all three of them, rather than just one, 'Can you all hear me?' I sent then, and Thane and Finn responded. 'Finn is still closer, I can't reach Cole,' I sent to them, and Thane responded, 'Good, keep going.'

“This may work this one time, but it won’t work forever. Brett, I know you love Fione but you can’t forget that she is your brother’s wife and you have a wife as well. Claudia has been crying herself sick grieving for you to the point where I can barely recognize her anymore. “Think about this, she’s a good woman and you two have been together for five years by this, I’m sure you at least have some feelings for her. Why don’t you cherish what you have and move on from Fione?” His pleas were met with deafening silence. After a while, Brett finally spoke, “Just let me have this for three more years. Just three years for me to fulfill my wish, then I will return to Claudia.” Claudia chuckled to

A heart breaker a day to wipe the smirk away. If Mr Hotshot Playboy wanted to play the game in thirty days, she could up her game to match his. It was time to bring up her charts and records. When the thirty days was up, she would be standing on the crumbles of his heart, reputation, ego and Willis Reeler won't know what hit him.

Tonight I just want to forget. My flat is too quiet when I get home, so I plug my MP3 player into its docking station and crank up the music before pouring myself a healthy slug of vodka, which I down in one go, the alcohol burning my throat and warming my stomach. I pour myself another shot and slowly start to feel the numbness spreading through my body. I am such a lightweight, the combination of lack of food and sleep means that the third shot has me reeling, and I find myself screaming the lyrics to Limp Bizkit’s ‘Break Stuff’, wishing that I could break Taylor’s face.

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"