Ordeal By Check Story Novels & Stories

I didn't believe Santiago's bullshit story about a chef getting his finger cut while doing tricks. It could have just been some bullshit that thug-like attorney came up with on the drive over, hoping we'd be too lazy to verify the information. Where the hell had Santiago even found his attorney from? Death row? A wrestling ring? The man looked like a street fighter wearing an expensive costume. "We're so screwed." Paul whispered. "Regretting our partnership already?" I croaked as I reached for the door handle. "Never." He replied immediately. "Shut the door behind you." The chief ordered as soon as we stepped in. He was seated behind his desk flipping through some files, a look of concentrat

He was about to get his hands on 150 million dollars, and he could not care less about these public opinions. "I want to cash this check." "Sure, please wait a moment." The bank teller took the check, examined it, and furrowed his brows slightly. "Sir, I'm sorry, but this check is invalid. It can't be cashed." "What? Take a good look again!" "I'm sure of it. It's an empty check." Jonathan stared at the check before him, and it was not long before he realized that Preston had been deceived. His breathing grew labored, and he collapsed on the spot.

This was the first time I had ever seen them this broken. They stared at me with urgency. "Jade, did you do it?" I shook my head firmly. "No." The moment I said that, they dropped to their knees. "Officer, there must be some mistake. Our daughter would never cheat. "Jade scored a near-perfect score on every mock exam in her senior year. She was already granted early admission to a top university. The college entrance exam was just a formality for her. Why would she buy answers from someone and cheat?"

Josh scolded me. “Bruh, I’m okay,” I answer as I tapped his shoulder. I sat on the hospital bed and read her texts. “Even though it’s midnight, she was still awake, asking us if we have a news about you. Even though we wanted to tell her the truth, we couldn’t do anything. You, as*hole! My conscience is killing me! You should treat us somewhere nice, I’m trying to live my life better, but you’re making me lie!” Aeron complained that made me laugh.

Cyrus POV The medical center at Spa was carved into the hillside above Eau Rouge, the corner that had killed drivers since 1920, that continued to kill despite every safety innovation, the verticality that was pilgrimage and graveyard simultaneously. Cyrus sat there during free practice, ostensibly reviewing protocols with the Belgian medical delegate, actually calculating the physics of the compression at the bottom — 5.5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart.

She looked down at me from above, all the tenderness in her eyes completely drained away. "And now you're giving me attitude over a ring?" I lifted my head to look at her, my eyes red-rimmed. "Emma, is it really so hard to love just one person?" She furrowed her brows irritably. "What did I do? Is cheating against the law? Which law says cheating is illegal? Vince, stop being so dramatic, alright?" The word "dramatic" hit me across the face like a slap. I couldn't stop my whole body from trembling.

“You don’t get to breathe.” The struggle weakened. Caleb’s nails scraped against Rhett’s arms, then slowed. His eyes rolled back, the fight bleeding out of him until his body went slack. Rhett held on another second. Two. Just to make sure. Then he let go. Caleb slumped lifeless across the seat, blood pooling from his split lip, the journal sliding to the floor beside him. Rhett sat there, chest heaving, hands covered in blood that wasn’t his. His eyes dropped to the crumpled photo in his fist — Emily, scared, broken.

She returned with a cup of coffee for them and later she brought the doughnuts for them. "Hmm. It is the best I have tasted "Nafisa moaned as she took a bite of her doughnuts. "Thélete kréma kýrie. ¿Do you want cream ? " The waitress asked again holding the cream can. "Say yes babe. Pretty please with a cherry on top" Nafisa begged, she would love to taste it with cream. "nai parakaló.¿Yes please?" He chuckled. He payed for the food and they left holding hands in the late hours of the night , taking a stroll .

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

They had both interned at our rival company before, so I forwarded that information along to Aaron. That information also included a bank slip detailing a 300,000-dollar deposit in Rachel's bank account by the same rival company. Even if Aaron was a fool, he had to have made the connections by now. As soon as I was done dealing with everything, I quickly caught the plane back home. However, I was still too late. Mom passed away from her heart attack. She didn't even manage to hold out until the surgery. When I saw Mom's body in the morgue, I felt my entire body go numb. An overwhelming surge of hatred followed shortly after.