Noveltoon Ceo Novels & Stories

she explained. "Do you know when he'll arrive?" "I'm not sure, ma'am." "When does he normally get home?" Noah arrived as I was speaking with the maid. "Why are you suddenly interested in Mr Martinez? Do you expect anything from him?" After Noah appeared, the maid left. "Um... I came to ask for assistance." "Help?" "Yes, I need assistance with test preparation." "Mr Martinez is the CEO of Skyland Corporation, and you expect him to assist you in studying for a school test?"

J Tech, the company built from scratch by the mysterious, enigmatic young man, Maxwell Jay Gallagher. That didn't sit well with the current CEO of Logan Enterprises, Jeremy Logan, who had just taken over from his ailing and aged grandfather. He just couldn't accept the fact that for decades, their family business had been the best, only for everything to change just after he took over the reins. He was at the helm of affairs to make the company prosper, not decline.

“You see, this is why I need you to behave. Your life and the life of your father literally depend on that.” “Okay, yes. As I told you, I will behave. I swear to you.” My lips quivered a bit after speaking. “Mm-hm, I can see that.” He peeled his eyes off me and stared at his hands. “I’m now the CEO of one of our biggest companies, I have been given control and power of so much pertaining to our illegal business. After dealing with Samuel, my parents’ respect for me went through the roof.” I nodded. “Okay,” I encouraged him to continue. I still was not hearing the part where he would say that he would spare my father and me from being killed.

Casper didn't respond, rather instructing Caleb, "Caleb, make Miss Nova comfortable at my table." As Grandpa made the announcement, his face was very hard but indeed, he announced Casper Blade as the new CEO. Admist the cheers from staff members and the hovering of reporters, he left the hotel. This wasn't what he planned when he came here but now, he had to develop a new strategy.

The air was cold, her palms were sweaty. Her new desk was set in front of an enormous glass door engraved with gold letters: ALESSANDRO MORETTI. CEO. Her fingers trembled as she turned on the monitor. New employee introduction pamphlets were neatly stacked beside the keyboard. Her name printed in a fancy font across them made it feel like this was someone else's life. She swallowed the knot in her throat and sat the leather chair cradling her like it belonged to someone else, someone more important. She wondered if she would ever get comfortable on them.

“Want anything? Coffee? Water?” “Just answers,” I said, dropping into one of the chairs. He smiled and sat across from me. “So. Let’s talk about what’s going on.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Leo’s cousin, Vincent, is being pushed as the next CEO. His mother—Carla—is running the show right now. She’s holding a shareholder vote to push it through. If that happens, everything Leo built will be out of his hands. And I don’t know how much longer I can stall this.”

He handed her a small gold envelope then looked back at the stunned crowd. “I think this is the perfect opportunity,” he said, voice carrying effortlessly, “to introduce my wife… and the new CEO of Nova Media Group.” “You're married?” Liam asked in shock. The room sucked in a collective breath as Theo turned toward the entrance. I stepped out of the car. The moment I appeared, the entire hall lost its mind. For weeks, Nova Media Group had flooded every platform with carefully crafted lies. Front-page stories, viral videos, sponsored posts, even “exclusive interviews” with unnamed “close friends.”

“Him who?. I want you to talk to me Nathan ” Nathan’s voice cracked. “The one from before. The one I told you about… back in Calgary. The bully. The reason...the reason I ran with Anabelle.” Elle’s eyes widened slowly as understanding sank in. As she stepped back. “You mean...Noah Grayson? The new CEO is… that Noah?”

On the big wall monitor the global distribution numbers for her network were a sea of green. For fifteen years Avery had written under a lot of pressure, always checking her numbers to make sure she could pay off her family debt. Now the system she and Leo had built was strong and running smoothly. Across GoodNovel and NovelSnack millions of readers were accessing her books directly. She was no longer an author; she was in charge of her own domain.

Emily turned her laptop screen toward me. "We just received an anonymous email. It claims you're a novelist, and that you wrote a book where a CEO led an office bullying campaign that drove three women to suicide. The company in your novel uses the same initials as ours. A few years back, that triggered a PR crisis for us and tanked our stock." "The company is taking this very seriously. Is there anything you'd like to explain?" "I never wrote anything like that. I write romance novels. The author of that thriller is the very famous mystery writer J. Nova—it was one of his earlier works, not many people have read it."