Novel & Cerita Nothing But Thirty

Everything he said had been meant for my ears. I let out a long breath, then pushed my wheelchair into the apartment. Wilson immediately stood up and hurried over. "Liam, let me help you.” His movements were careful and attentive. Ruby hated seeing it. She glared at me with undisguised resentment. "We don’t have servants anymore in this modern era! You have perfectly good arms. Can't you push your own wheelchair?" She crossed her arms and sneered. "Honestly, I should've run over your hands too. Then you wouldn't be sitting here, pretending, just to make Wilson feel bad."

2 degrees Fahrenheit. I fumbled for my phone, intending to call for an ambulance. As it powered on, a deluge of messages poured in, all from Henry, reaching out from an unknown number, each text more anxious than the last, asking for my whereabouts. [Selena, why'd you block me? Why's your phone off?] [Wren mentioned you're overseas, is that for real? Did you really forget today was supposed to be our second 'I do'?] [Is it because of that mess with Melanie you're upset? It's all lies, babe. Can't we just cool off?]

“Contracts can be negotiated. Terms can be changed. I don’t want this to be a series of one night stands unless you can be my one night stand forever. Please Ally, we’ve already lost three years…” _____ [Three and a half months ago] My phone buzzed. It was Ariana, inviting me out to lunch. “Hey Girlie! Are you free for lunch? We’re meeting at the burger spot near campus.” There was a gentle knock on my door. I sent her a quick text back just as my door opened. “Boss, bad news,” my enthusiastic assistant, Dani, stormed in with a stack of documents tucked close to her chest. “We just lost Jasmine Grey.”

Bea even mentioned some of their known brands but all of them were confused as they never really heard any brands in their company- except Ming, Amber, and Hana. BNVTR Companies is a brand company that has so many sub-company that manages clothing lines, materials needed for phones, cars, and many more. “I don’t know, I still haven't told Mom about the trip” MJ sighs as his shoulder lowered. “Really? I’m pretty sure Auntie will agree with it, just tell her later since our trip would be in the last week of the month” Dylan said as he approached MJ and patted his back. MJ smiles widely and nods his head.

Blake scanned my face and I could tell he wanted to say something else. “What is it?” I asked him, panicking. “Nothing it's nothing. Let’s eat". “Is she here?” I whispered as we walked up to the pit. “Oh god no" Blake laughed “they hate each other". “Not that much to have three kids" I muttered as Stacey waved to me.

She said with tears in her eyes and looked at him. “I have no reason.” He replied and she sighed. “Can we talk about the contract?” “If you are okay with it” “It's not like I have a choice, the only way you have sex is through that way.” She sighed and kept going through it. “It says here that you only spend thirty days with your sub, why are you spending ninety days with me?

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

He was the only person left in the pitch-black house. His phone had run out of battery. He'd made countless calls, only to hear the same cold automated message every single time. He'd also sent countless messages trying to explain himself and beg for forgiveness, but none of them received a response. He just sat there in silence. The entire world felt so quiet that it seemed as if he were the only person left, swallowed by loneliness and helplessness. Suddenly, in the dead of the night, the electronic lock beeped. Someone was unlocking the door.

“Or maybe he just wanted to give you a graceful way to hand it to someone who actually wants it.” “That's not what this is,” I say. But I don't actually know that. That's the terrible part. “Thirty days,” Vera says, standing, smoothing her skirt. “I'll start clearing my calendar for the transition. No hard feelings, Sera.” There are hard feelings. There have always been hard feelings. I don't say so. I just watch her go, heels clicking against the hardwood, and think, distantly, that I have never wanted to win something as badly as I want to win this.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t