Orc Novels & Stories

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

I prefer when the moonlight lights my room at night. I grab my phone from the bedside table and check the time. It is already 8 in the morning. Now I realize why there was a noise coming from the kitchen. I get up and make my bed. I like keeping my room neat and clean mom says that I have OCD. I take a refreshing shower and come back to my room.

“Consumer confidence is likely to positively impact overall satisfaction and result in decreased instances of regret and dissonance (Hartman, et al., 2013). This may further harm the credibility of eWOM and reinforce its misleading effect. Part 2 6.0 The function and effect of social media marketing towards hotel chains 6.1 The Relationship between Online Travel Agency and hotel chains The development of internet makes the appearance of Online Travel Agency (OTA) possible. Soon after, OTA has become a dominant online distribution channel in the hotel industry (Verhoef, Kannan, and Inman, 2015; Ye, Zhang and Li, 2018) because OTA can provide a substantial amoun

Week seven brought an offer from a competitor agency. They wanted me. Head of Strategic Direction. Massive budget. Authority to build my own team. Everything I'd been working toward my entire career. I read the offer in Marcus's office and felt absolutely nothing. "Well?" Marcus asked. "It's a significant offer," I said. "It's an exceptional offer," Marcus said. "Probably the best one you'll ever get. Are you taking it?" "No," I said immediately. "Why not?" Marcus asked, and he seemed genuinely curious rather than upset.

The scent of burning leaves and churned earth tainted the wind. Kael stood atop the eastern ridge, golden eyes fixed on the horizon where the forest gave way to the misty stretch of the Bloodfang Border. A place cursed by memory and magic — now disturbed by movements that were too deliberate to be wildlife. The night air crackled with tension, thick and waiting.

As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.

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He ranted and I glared at him. "Are you going to tell me who gave these or not?" I asked in a dangerous tone and he winced while scratching his temple. "Fine, I'll tell you." He said before sitting properly and looking at me. "Well actually, Top was the one who brought those oranges and Sprite for you. He said that someone wants him to give these to you but when I asked who it is, he just smirked and winked at me. But you know what, Gab? I'm dead sure that those are from Maze." He said while nodding and moving both of his brows in an up and down manner, meaning that he's coaxing me to believe what he's saying so I looked at him intently.

He couldn't join her today because he couldn't risk leaving the unknown guest alone. Just as he was about turning to go back inside, he saw Lily. She had something in her mouth. A small backpack. She dropped it at his feet before walking inside. He picked it up and walked inside. After giving Lily a snack for her services, he opened the bag carefully. An empty water bottle, some empty wraps for granola bars and two unopened bars were the contents of the bag. He turned the bag over, shaking the bag vigorously. Nothing else was in the bag but amongst the wraps of granola bars, he noticed a small name tag depicting one name ... Kamara.

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,