One Percent Of You Novels & Stories

"I already told you that my girlfriend is indeed beautiful, but you are more beautiful, you are number zero and she is number one for me." At first Amber didn't like her being number 0 but after receiving an explanation from Kyle that she brought number 0 before number 1, the cute girl finally stopped refusing. "Can I meet her when you meet her next week?" Amber clearly looks curious about this, she looks curious about this. "I don't know, but I don't think she would mind that , I will tell her about this, I think spending our weekend with you isn't bad."Not wanting to make any promises, Kyle only said this in response.

Across her vision, a thin line of glowing white text flickered again. 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟱% It felt like a cold needle pricking the back of her brain. Every time the percentage went up, a piece of her own childhood felt a little fuzzier, like a dream she couldn't quite remember.

Even before it’s spoken. She placed both hands lightly on the table. And said, clearly— “I hold fifty-one percent of this company.” Silence crashed into the room. Total. Absolute. Then— She smiled. Cold. Certain. “And I never sold it.”

X Please text me back so I know you're ok. X Lu Lu? O.o X Lu Lu???? Are you mad at me?????? Xxxxxxx Where are youuuuuuuu???!!!! Jackson said you probably skipped. Why didn't you invite me Lu Lu?! Xxx He imagined her pouting whilst writing this, making him miss her cute little face even more. I guess you're not checking your phone... I'll see you later then. Xx He then listened to his voicemails but the most recent one made his heart stop.

Even if I have to run miles for you to remember everything--- Everything for you, Dreanna.

However, not bothering with Tim he asked Patricia, "Little Pat, am I good looking?" Patricia nodded and very genuinely said, "Good looking, and it's the first tier kind of good looking. If in my eyes the first tier of good looking only had one percent of the population, then you're in that one percent. Your facial features are profound and you're as pretty as a picture." The green-eyed monster Tim immediately pulled his wife and asked, "Then what about me?" "You're in the 0.5 percent," Patricia turned her head and looked at her husband with a face full of admiration reflecting the love in her eyes.

While 1% might seem like nothing much, in respect that it was the shares of a company like Treasure Media that still had much room for growth, it definitely wasn't a bad deal. However, I didn't plan to sign the document after all I was only returning the favor I owed even if she no longer remembered or rather recognized me as the man she saved that day. Still, I had no idea why, knowing that she planned to divorce me from the onset left a bad taste in my mouth and this was even though my plan wasn't that much different from hers.

The SSS HQ was a fortress. Muhammad had a progress analysis briefing with his boss, the Director of the Department of Intelligence (DI). He was not ready for the meeting but he had no choice but to attend it. His boss hated theories and loved results but right now all he had were theories. The director of the DI had a reputation of being a butcher because he had a habit of kicking officers with below average out of his department. Below average in the butcher’s dictionary was a success rate of less than 90%.

I should not be too forward " Is it going to hurt "oh God I could do this all day " No... I'm just gonna, um , like finger you once sorta " finger? I'm cool with it I sit on a chair and slowly part my leg. I've never been fingered allmy life but t here right now the person that i have always crushed on is going to finger me. Oh i raise the towel all up to my belly and spread my legs as wide as I can.

Marco said again when he gained his calm. "Affirmative, president," Anna confirmed. "Less than 1%? Stupid metahuman!" Marco's gruff voice echoed on the room. "Anna based on the records of the Gary's logs, what are our chances of winning?" Marco asked. "0.000000000000001% president." Anna replied to the president. "What?! Say that again!" Marco thought he misheard his supercomputer. "0.000000000000001% president." Anna said again.