One Percent Of You Novels & Stories

“Why else did I come here?!” “Yes” all went up in the crowd. “Then how many people will I be picking out of you thirty? Can you guess?” He asked and everyone was silent for a moment before someone raised their hand. It was Beauty's mom.” “Hmm if 30 of us was selected to participate, so maybe 10 percent? At least three people,” she said and he looked at her with a small smile before shaking his head and saying now. “Then do you mean you will be picking more or less people?” The person beside her asked.

You owe me one thing. **

The result sheet was now crumpled in her hand as she stared at him. "Levi! It really is you!" She whispered and rushed towards him and hugged him tight. Still shocked, he held her and patted on her back, as his gaze shifted to the tall, green eyed man who stood beside her. "Hey. Levi. We missed you, man." He said, patting him on the shoulder. "Whoa! Wait. Let me see those results." He demanded. He straightened the creases away and gaped at the sheet that proved that the samples were. 99% match.

"I don't have a lot more, just 0.1% more. Thank you, Ms. Lane." Everyone's eyes fell on the agreements on the table. Benji's heart sank. Just 0.1%...

He asked. Lorenzo ordered another drink before he cleared his throat, touching his jaw. "Hm, about ninety-nine per cent if I should say." They laughed. "That's dope. What becomes of the remaining 1%? Why'd you leave it out?" Lincoln asked, curiously. "What can I say? That one star is for any doubt she may have. Besides, I don't like having a whole number. Have you forgotten I always leave out 1% even back in school? I can't have the complete arithmetic to myself."

"I'll offer you one percent of the shares and you stay with us." "One percent? You see so mediocre my project, so little money is worth. I don't want it. It's better this way, you don't want to lose, and I need someone to act for me" Alisha leaned toward the desk, placed both elbows on it, and rested her chin on her hands. "You won't be wasteful. President. Being a wise person you can understand that you always get something."

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Hello! If you reach this part, then I love you and thank you for going all the way here. This part is to thank everyone who spent their time and money to read One In A Million, thank you so much! Writing this one wasn't an easy game. I spent three months writing it while classes are ongoing. I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending.

“That’s barely a ripple.” “So what? Are you saying this is useless?” “I didn’t say useless.” He picked up the phone again, turning it slightly. “I said it’s not sufficient enough.” Something cold settled in my stomach. “How sufficient is it?” I asked quietly. He met my eyes. “One percent.” The words didn’t register at first. “What?” “One percent out of hundred,” he repeated calmly. For a second, I just stared at him. Then I let out a short, disbelieving laugh.