Novel Resume Novels & Stories

She ignored my question, she bent down and picked up the boy. "Where's your mom, buddy??" She asked. Then I heard the door open again, and a beautiful middle age woman was walking toward us. Damn, she's so beautiful. She looks like Sandra Bullock. I smiled sweetly at her and waved. "Hi" I said, politely. "Hi..." She replied. "I'm Nyx Elara Litvin Huxley..." I introduced myself. Her eyes went wide, then composed herself. "Hi... I-im Nova Everly Ivy Grey."

the woman said before offering me a pleasant smile. I introduced myself and walked them through my resume. Although I was a new graduate and didn’t have any real work experience, I had experience working part-time that could show that I am a responsible person who took my job seriously. My grades from university were beyond decent even if I do say so myself. However, I was sure that every other candidate that passed the pre-screening round was the same. So…if I’m not able to somehow distinguish myself here then…

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

" He nods slowly as I speak. But the smirk on his face doesn't waver. He purses his lips as he looks at me. Letting the silence stretch a bit longer. It's a tactic. I know that. But still it doesn't stop my heart from thudding loudly against my ribs. "Miss Isabella Young. University of Chicago. CGPA of 3.9. Third place in academic achievements in the English Language and Literature field of study." He summarizes my resume to me as he uncrosses his arms and leans forward, opening a file on his desk, my CV. Clear as day. "Yes, I also have academic experience in proofreading, essay writing is my strong suit as evident by-" he lifts a hand. "I don't need your resume repeated to me, Isabella. I'v

I am confident that my skills, adaptability, and leadership will allow me to contribute meaningfully to your team. Please find my resume attached. I would love the chance to discuss how I can support Innovation Communist’s upcoming initiatives. Thank you for your time and consideration. Warm regards, Sarah Lincoln Sarahlincoln@g***l.com” After pressing the send button, I let out a long sigh and fell back on my bed. My mind was restless, replaying everything I had written. Had I sounded professional enough? Sincere enough? Still, exhaustion got the best of me. But just as I began to drift off, my phone buzzed. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. But then I looked at the screen, and there

He looked at me seriously, analyzing me from head to toe, and asked. "Where's your resume?" he said thoughtfully. "Resume?" I asked confused, not knowing what that was. "Yes, a resume, the document that states your details, your address, your qualities, your specifications." He shrugged, irritated. "I don't have a resume, actually. I just arrived in the city, and I don't have a physical residence yet. But as soon as I find some work, I'll look for a house to rent for myself and my daughter!" I ran my hands over my belly, remembering that everything I did was for her and little Caroline.

Thank you for your help! Mhum No! Too much information that is irrelevant and unwanted! 'Hello Mr. Arjun, this is Anika here. I would like for you to accept my heartfelt apology for our earlier encounters. I hope we start fresh! Thank you for helping us out yet again. Here is my resume for your perusal.'