Outstanding Move Novels & Stories

An unread message blinked on the screen: “Adrian: Your offer still stands. One more move, and you’ll have everything she promised you…but faster.” She hesitated. Then tapped “Delete”. But she didn’t block the number.

Obviously, he is always rooting for his wife, and when he calls me Jane means it's final " Okay, Annabelle and Ailee will help me buy the furniture tomorrow. If possible I'll move out end of the week" I informed and Ailee agreed. " Too soon, you could wait till the end of the month darling" Mom said sadly. " Mom, I don't think I'll have time when Niklaus comes back. I'm not going out of the country. I'll visit" I said caressing her hands. " What about your nightmares, you'll be alone " she cried.

i asked. “No, not at all. I’m just pleased to inform you that the outstanding balance has been fully cleared.” I froze. “I’m sorry… what?” i asked, making sure I wasn't mishearing. “The full payment has been made. Additionally, your mother has been moved to a private room, and her treatment plan has been upgraded, effective immediately.” The room felt smaller all of a sudden. “That….that’s not possible,” I said. “There has to be a mistake.”

Waiting. And plotting their next move.

Time to claim this too. '

"Hey, sorry. I was given a work order by Brice Financial to move some furniture here tomorrow, and the code they gave me isn't working. I needed to get a look around so I could tell my men where to dump the load tomorrow. Will they need to bring it to this area to move the stuff inside?" :You have gained the attention of two of the gargoyles above you,: Kree sent. "Brice Financial? Never heard of them," the man said as he started moving closer to Rhychard, a wary look creasing his brow. "I think you got the wrong place."

I stop walking and decide to wait for him next to a supermarket. “I am moving out. I have enough money for three months’ rent. I would have loved to have more but I can make it work.” I say deciding right there that I’m moving out. I’m doing it at the end of the month. “If I run out of money, I’ll end up homeless and on the streets. I’m doing this anymore; I’m moving out and getting my own place.” I say feeling more and more confident about my decision.

I said. "Good," she said. She ended the call. I put the phone down. I looked at the foundation office. At the Monday morning. At the city outside. At everything that was moving. The network. Garrett's monitoring. Serena's six sentences. The custody order on public record. The building next door being renovated. The waiting list. All of it moving. All of it in motion. And underneath all of it. The commission. Done. Tonight. Before anyone else.

"I gave them the code three days ago." We are already moving.

I say. “Yes.” “Something aggressive.” “Yes.” That word alone makes my stomach tighten. “What kind of countermove?” Adrian doesn’t look up from the screen. “The kind that forces our enemies into the open.” My pulse quickens. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” He turns the laptop toward me. A company name sits at the top of the document. MONTEVERDE URBAN INFRASTRUCTURE The name stirs something faint in my memory. “Why does that sound familiar?” I ask.