One Mc Novels & Stories

The tension snapped like a rope stretched to breaking. An assistant stuck her head in—young, pale, eyes big as coins. “Sir, secure call for you. Classified level one.” Her voice shook, like she knew something bad was already rolling. Monroe’s brows knotted tight, a deep crease digging into his forehead. Level one? That was end-of-the-world shit—codes and corpses, not memos. “Hold your horses, gents,” he said, voice flat but heavy. He stood, long legs moving fast, shoes clicking on the floor as he crossed to the side office.

Christopher’s POV TouchPoint Inc. Building Midtown Manhattan “I want you to eat me here on this table when everyone goes home.” I looked at the beautiful daughter of Drake Malone, one of the company’s investors, sitting opposite me on the table and winked at her. I then bent my head back down and typed my reply. “With pleasure. Make sure you spread your legs wide for me. I’m gonna make you cum so many times you’ll beg me to stop.” “Are you going to fuck me hard too? I heard stories about you.” she giggled from across the table while some of the younger investors heard and looked at her.

Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.

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The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

The order rumbled through the mind link, and many of the wolves were quick to obey. Aiden felt his entire body stiffen as he all but felt his father’s domineering presence approach through the pathway of wolves. His black coat glistened dangerously at them, a stark contrast to the pure white snow blanketing their surroundings.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

she said, handing him the money, and he sped off. She quickly hid behind some cars. Her heart raced as she watched Dione step out, his hands casually tucked in his pockets. “What are you up to, Dione?” Maya whispered as she looked down at her phone, seeing the missed calls from Jordan and her battery percentage. “Shit, 1 percent,” she cursed. “No service? Fuck me!”

My name is Jake Miller. I work part-time as a freelance errand runner. Most of my jobs are pet sitting visits—feeding cats and dogs while their owners are away. The work is simple, flexible, and clients usually trust me to follow a checklist: refill water, top off food, take photos, and send updates. One day, I picked up a high-paying errand. The address was in one of the city’s most exclusive neighborhoods. The note was short: Feed Mimi. Key available at the front gate. Follow instructions once inside.

Cricket I don’t know what shocked me the most, seeing Jase, my first love and source of my first heartbreak after all these years, my notoriously grumpy uncle greeting me with a smile and a hug, or that his office smelled like Snoop Dog’s tour bus. All of it was way too much for me to process.