One Above All Novels & Stories

Damn, I have to come up with some rules. "Yeah, sure." He shrugs, acting as if my fine lines are nothing. "Rule one," he reads aloud as he writes. "Don't fall in love with me." I snort. "I don't think that will be a problem." Love, what a stupid notion. "Yeah, that's what they all say," he replies seriously. I give him a double take. All? He really is an asshole. "No sleeping in the same bed," I point at him. He reluctantly writes it down.

Never seen her since then. Jordan sat by me, so focused on all the art being sold. I noticed his serious face softening as the host announced the next piece of art. “The next piece is our most priceless piece tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you The Tears of the Eternal. Its unrivaled beauty has drawn the attention of collectors worldwide,” the host announced as gigantic men brought in the prettiest jewelry I had ever seen. Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by excitement. “$50 million,” the first bidder announced. All eyes turned toward him.

When Maeve found him, he was sitting on the field, clutching a bottle, staring into space. "Blake, can you help me? I really don't understand calculus." She tugged at his sleeve, pleading. He shook her off, his eyes cold. "Get lost!" "Don't be like this. Can we start over?" She still didn't give up, trying to press closer to him. Blake shot to his feet and shoved her hard. Maeve fell straight onto the track, hitting the ground hard. He pointed at her, tearing into her without holding back. "What do you think you are? All you know how to do is act pitiful and leech off people. I feel sick just looking at you!"

“You’re late again,” Kai Lennox called out the moment the service door clicked shut at 11:53 p.m. He was already perched on the edge of the bar top at Eclipse, legs spread casually, black button-up unbuttoned to mid-chest so the phoenix tattoo peeked out like an invitation. The rooftop bar was completely empty lights low, rain tapping softly against the glass, the city a hazy glow far below. “Three minutes. I almost started without you.”

At the center of the advancing armada. A new fortress, rising like a steel nightmare, deadlier than anything we’d ever faced.The Signal That Shouldn't Exist Suddenly, the holographic terminal flared, displaying an encrypted transmission... originating from deep beneath the ocean floor. Static filled the comms... then silence. Until... Her voice cut through the stillness, sharp as broken glass:Did you really think... it was over?" Natalia Cross. Her scarred face twisted, cold and relentless. "You were never meant to win..."*

He explains “You mean you would kill all three of them?” I asked. “Yes” He responds curtly. “I’m only paying you to kill one person, don’t do more than you were told” I instruct and cut the call before focusing my attention on something else. This idiot better not ruin anything.

My nerves rattled as I stepped into the hall, the murmur of voices crashing over me. And then—I saw him. Luca stood at the far end of the room, greeting guests, shaking hands. His presence lit the room, every gaze drifting to him like he was the gravity holding everything together. My throat tightened. He was more than just an artist now. He was untouchable.

Egy thinks her idol should be in a much better and higher place. “It's funny you asked me why. How do I know!” Arte assume her friend turns out to be silly because blinded by love. “It maybe because he is not comfortable joining a club with lot of member, lazy to be the center of attention can be an excuse. Or don't like getting involved in a club. So he chose Arte's club which is already like another universe.” Anna's alleged theory.

Maxwell starts a prayer “Oh Moon Goddess, the crown of the faithful; bless us we beg you and sanctify this your servant our Emperor, and as you do this day set a crown of pure gold upon his head, so enrich his imperial heart with your abundant grace, and crown him with all princely virtues through the Queen Eternal Moon Goddess" After the prayer one of the man who was standing next to Maxwell picks up the crown and several other high-ranking noble men proceed to where the crown is handed back to the Maxwell, who reverently places it on Gordon’s head. At that moment everyone present cry three times in unison "Moon Goddess save the Emperor".

She then put down her fork and said, “I’m done.” Barbara quickly went to her, took her plate. Before she left, she said, “Madam, the chef said we just got some good seafood and wonder what you want for tomorrow's dishes?” “You like seafood?” Elena asked “Madam does like seafood,” Barbara answered it “Martin, you know right I have an allergy to seafood!” “......” Martin was lost. He remembered, just like Emily, Elena allergies to seafood. Seeing Martin didn’t say anything, Stephanie said, “Told the chef to cook as Ms Ross’ preference, Barbara and for the seafood, the whole staff can eat them.”