Outstanding Move Novels & Stories

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.

"The landlord filed this morning. You have 72 hours to vacate." My stomach dropped. "Also inside is an offer," he continued. "From Millhaven Collection Services. They've agreed to take over the debt. Freeze the interest for six months. No legal action if you comply." "And what's the catch?" "You move to Millhaven," he said. "Register the address. Check in monthly. Start payments in six months, minimum $400 a month. Miss two payments, and the freeze lifts. We go back to court." "Where the hell is Millhaven?"

But Elio wanted to know many things about me from his little spy, and that shows how much he underestimated my brothers and me. * * * * * “Fucking finally!” Vin muttered, looking at his phone as we made our way out of our industrial warehouse. I think the name Luna gave suits it better. It’s an old warehouse on the industrial edge of Ashmoor. Rusted shutters. Concrete walls. Officially owned by one of my shell companies. Trucks occasionally come and go, so nobody questions the activity in here. But the actual operation is underneath. And it involves— Ajax’s screams echoed throughout the building.

My toilet doesn't even work properly! ‘This building needs maintenance!', he fired back, ‘It needs to be redeveloped and that takes money, if you can't handle the bills then you're free to move the fuck out!'. ‘I will by the end of the month!', she stomped on the letter given to her, ‘I'll move out of this miserly place so can I be excused now? I'm late for work!'.

Deborah hated it every time Silvia picked up Jim’s phone, leaving her no choice but to accept her words excusing him. But on Wednesday, she was glad to hear her pick up. Deborah confirmed Jim remembered the live stream scheduled for that afternoon, and smiled to herself when Silvia used the plural about being in her office in a couple of hours.

Chuckling, I texted her back, "It's fine. They're just temporarily having a hard time adjusting to the change. They still have Elaine anyway, so they'll be fine without it." Instead of responding to me through text, Jenny sent me two videos.

I said sorry. "It's late, I'm done fighting. Get some sleep. Ella and Lucy are gone. I cut them off. You saw—haven't brought them back." Yeah, because he bought them their own house. And somehow, he still slept just fine. *** Next morning, I marched straight to Ella's. "You've got half a day to move. Call someone or I will. Out of pity for your sad single-mom act, I won't even charge you if I do it myself."

Foster didn't waste time. "Mr. Valemont, I'm here regarding the loan taken out by Valemont Estate in March of 2022," he began, pulling documents from his expensive leather briefcase. "You are currently three payments behind. The total outstanding balance, including interest and penalties, is forty-two thousand dollars." Forty-two thousand. The number hit me like a punch to the gut, even though I already knew it was close to that. "We're working on it," I said, keeping my voice steady while panic flared inside me. "We had a difficult winter. Fewer tourists than expected. But spring season is starting and—"

I had previously given up on that idea for Zac, but I was now rekindling it. Thankfully, I had not forgotten much after all these years. Compared to when I first graduated, I had gained a lot more experience. After several months of relentless study, I was successfully accepted into a prestigious university abroad. The day before I left, Marianne reluctantly cooked a large table of food, and Harry sat beside me while exuding sadness. Before we even started eating, Marianne burst into tears, and Harry uneasily pulled a bank card out from his pocket to hand to me. "Here's five million dollars. Don't suffer while you're abroad. Call us if anything happens."

That afternoon, Alice Brown hurried over in small, quick steps to practice driving. She was wearing her dance outfit, a white practice suit with a short skirt that hugged her figure closely, showing all her curves. She bent over and knocked on the car window. "Hey, Mr. Woods. Sorry, I'm late. I was just in dance class." Her dance outfit had a deep neckline, and when she bent over, it was hard not to notice the fullness contained inside. I opened the passenger door and smiled. "Took you a while. Hurry up and get in."