Nudge Novels & Stories

“What the heck is this little thing?” “That is a GPS tracker. Gunnach Technologies makes them. They are top of the line, super-small, undetectable to all known bug sweepers, and can be tracked via a phone app. I always want you to have this on you, so I always know where you are. After what happened with Warthog, I’m not taking any chances. I know it’s kind of creepy, but I swear I’ll only track you in case of emergencies, all right?” “I trust you,” Cricket said.

He tells me sternly and I nod forgetting that I'm on the phone. "I will." I sat hanging up. "Well look who's all dicked up." Nadine says and I roll my eyes. "What does that even mean."

He nods his head slowly, not buying my lie, while that annoying smile is settled on his lips. "Max!" I push him off the bonnet causing him to laugh loudly; a moment later, even I find myself laughing along with him. "Keep smiling like this." He holds my face, looking into my eyes. "It is a great weapon, which not only helps you to hide your pain but also gives you the strength to move forward."

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

"Thank you." "Please tell me you were nice," she whispered. Kate patted her chest. "You wound me. I get awesome gifts." He tore into the paper and stared at the contents. After a dramatic pause, he closed his eyes and chuckled. He showed everyone. The box displayed a white container with the words Retirement Fund scratched out and Cookie Jar scrawled instead. The room laughed accordingly. "Cute." Peyton grinned at her friend. "I have my moments." Kate popped a peanut into her mouth. "He's not easy to shop for."

But since it was at the golf course, there might be business partners or someone important. After the call ended, Hellen lay there, her mind racing through strategies. She knew she needed to be more than just a passing acquaintance with Nolan; she had to create a scenario where their paths would cross more frequently. As she drifted back to sleep, her thoughts turned to her plan, considering every possible angle and detail. The opportunity to meet Nolan outside of his usual routines seemed promising, and the golf course could be the perfect setting.

I reply regretfully. "So unfuck yourself," Max replies like it's as easy as that. A snap of the fingers and everything will just vanish. "What does that even mean?" I ask with a silent laugh, half cry. Done with this man's cryptic speeches. "Means, go back to the part in your life you were happy with before you fucked yourself. Unfuck it," he shrugs. "Go away, eat pineapple, and move forward," he suggests. "Pineapple?" I ask, that part standing out to me.

Nathan came pounding up the stairs with a growled, "Okay, asshole, hand her back." John didn't argue, not with her injured and in the way. He handed her back and surveyed the seating dilemma. "Do you think your buddy will care if I rearrange the seating?" Nathan's eyes flicked over to the cramped seats and back. "If he has a problem, I'll handle it. Make some room." John didn't have the same kind of brute muscle Nathan did, so he didn't bother trying to arm wrestle the offending seat out of the way. He took his boots to it-and didn't move the damned thing.

"Oh no, honey. I'm loading you up on food." I furrow my brows, having no ideas what she's talking about. "What? Why?" "Well, ginger rice is good for nausea. Hard boiled eggs supposedly are too. I'm not convinced, but you need the protein anyway. This way you can chop one up real quick with this little device I got you." She rifles around in a plastic sack for a second and pulls out a box with what looks like a vegetable chopper in it. "Here. It'll make the egg really small, so you don't have to chew much. Maybe that will trick your brain and help you stomach it."

Nahlela I had just settled down in the office when Nadine rushed into the office and started whispering “He is here; he is here”. I asked her who she was talking about and when she said Jam Timi, my face fell immediately. “Are you not supposed to be happy girl?” she asked. “I think he is coming to report me to the boss. I kind of insulted him.” “what do you mean by that? It is either you insulted him or not”