Novel Line Novels & Stories

" ohh!! You mean the assignment they asked us to write a ten page on the our daily lives" (I implored and her head nods affirming my words) "Yes please, I don't think I can be able to write more than two pages, ". Maria Jose accidentally scraped soap on her forehead, without knowing, I smiled seeing that.

At six forty-five in the morning, the headquarters of Linéa Cosmetics stood like a polished monument against the Tokyo skyline,forty-two floors of glass and pale stone reflecting a city that never truly slept. Jerome Lin preferred it this way. Before the assistants arrived. Before the board members rehearsed their compliments. Before the building filled with perfume and ambition. The lobby doors parted at his approach. “Good morning, Mr. Lin,” the security director said immediately, bowing just enough to be respectful without appearing outdated.

I could not let her see how rattled I was by what had just happened. "Are you okay?" Liya knelt right beside me, helping me gather the stray pages. "Seriously, ignore him. He is not always in his best mood today." "I'm fine," I choked out, keeping my head down low. I stared at the messy ink lines Leo had drawn right over my original title: The Psychology of Forbidden Attraction. I quickly flipped the paper over to hide the dark handwriting from her view. "It’s fine. Let's just... let's just get to work."

“You’ll thank me later.” I muttered under my breath, “I’ll show you ‘thank me later.’” And I stalked toward the restaurant, Tristain following like he hadn’t just nearly killed me for fun, visor reflecting the streetlights. This was going to be a very long night. I looked up at the glowing cursive above the door. L’Orchidée Blanche I raised an eyebrow. “You used your mommy’s money for this?”

“I can let Cassian go, but you have to finish the rest of the toad eggs.” A bodyguard clamped my neck and pressed a knife close to my face. My parents hurriedly lifted their glasses. “No! We’ll drink it!” I struggled violently, trying to stop them, but the bodyguard kept me pinned. I could only watch as my parents downed every last disgusting egg. They even endured the nausea, afraid Seraphina might change her mind. Seraphina sneered coldly. “Now… That wasn’t so bad, was it? So why all the fuss?”

Just profiles, brief descriptions, and the occasional meeting if the conversation went well. I scrolled through a few profiles without much interest. Most of them were from nearby towns or travelers passing through. Then one profile caught my attention. No face picture. Just a photo taken from behind—a man sitting on a balcony somewhere snowy, a glass in his hand. Dark coat. Broad shoulders. The image had been taken carefully. The username read - NorthBound. His description was short. Someone who preferred quiet conversations. Books. Hiking. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the screen for a moment before tapping the match button.

I answered, and dialed the emergency hotel line. The line clicked, and a cheerful male voice broke the awkward silence between us. "Hello! These is the Golden hen Suite. How can I be of service?" "Yeah, hi," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm even though my pulse was running a marathon. "There's a problem in my room." behind me, Mr. Smug leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed like he was watching a comedy show. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" "There's a stranger in here claiming this is his room," I said, emphasizing every word and making sure that he heard me.

I figured the enemy of an enemy had, indeed, become a friend. I sighed and said, "If none of you believe me, that's fine. But the scholarship was already distributed early this year. Why don't we ask Lily if she received it?" The classroom fell silent for a moment. All eyes turned to Lily, waiting for her answer. Lily raised her phone and announced, "Mr. Clark, you must be mistaken. I've already received my scholarship money." Amelia's eyes went wide, her face turning red, then going completely pale.

Then the line went dead. The beeping of the disconnected call became my final requiem. Behind me, a chilling voice whispered, "Caught you." I screamed and begged for help. But the only response was cold steel plunging into my throat. As the darkness swallowed me, Gavin's face was the last thing in my mind. "Gavin, it hurts so much." … Night fell. Gavin stayed late at work, painstakingly stitching me back into something resembling human form. By the time he clocked out, it had started drizzling. He had no umbrella, so he stood beneath the eaves and waited for the rain to stop.

Lionidis left he room to go check on the transportation of the captives in the vans and make sure all the staff were out of the saferoom and accounted for. *** Once Nova had her cup of tea and we were squished into the two-seater sofa, side by side, she was getting sidetracked and rather than discussing the books she was nuzzling into my neck and whispering suggestive comments. “Did the encounter with the books make you horny or something?” I whispered “I don’t know.” She said with a slow, dirty smile. Spreading over her luscious lips. “I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline or something but it’s like there is this extra energy under my skin and I want to expend it in a very specific way”