Over The Dotted Line Novels & Stories

For a few seconds, the entire restaurant fell into frozen silence. Patrick's voice trembled. "What...what did you say?" The woman rolled her eyes. "I said the prize money has already been deposited into my bank account. You kept insisting mine was fake, that I'd been scammed. Well, tell me, what kind of scammer would give money to their victims?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Patrick staggered backward. The crowd around them gasped.

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

Unfamiliar enough to linger. He exhaled and dragged a hand over his face. Whatever. He could deal with it. Actually… he could do more than that. A slow grin spread across his face as the idea settled in. Nothing big. Nothing obvious. Just small subtle things. A water bottle moved at the wrong time. A locker switched. A message sent from the wrong number. Little reminders that Marcus wasn’t untouchable. That he didn’t get to walk in and take over without consequences. Yeah. That would work.

The world moved forward around them, oblivious, but some lines had already been crossed — lines that could never be uncrossed. Amaka’s absence hung in the air, a quiet, persistent reminder of mortality and the darkness that had already touched their lives. And in the midst of exams, prayers, and fleeting laughter, it became clear: for some, the game had only just begun.

He looks up, follows my gaze. I feel the immediate tension in his muscles, the way his hips stop moving. "Shit." We're frozen, tangled in each other, naked and wet, while my brother flirts with a stranger twenty feet below us. "He can't see us," I whisper. "Right?" "The glass is one-way." Caleb's voice is strained. "He can't see inside. But if he looks up—" He doesn't finish. "We need to get dressed."

Dorothea executed a nod of agreement, retrieving the ruptured compound to trace along the edge of the deep blue line, reinforcing the structural boundaries with her own markings. Avery refrained from generating a verbal disruption, advancing across the carpet to assume a sitting posture on Dorothea’s opposite flank. "Mama, execute a configuration change over Dominic's lines," Dorothea murmured, holding the crayon toward her handpiece. "He possesses the capacity to regulate his own lines," Avery responded smoothly, her fingers running through the child’s hair as her line of sight collided flat with Dominic’s eyes across the space. Their grey irises locked, neither counterparty authorizing a s

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

He only hoped Barry doesn’t skip town before they found him. And at least, now they had a suspect. No, two suspects. How had Claire become entangled in this mess? ‘You might want to see this sir.’ He rushed back to the screen and met some map staring back at him, with a green and red dot blinking. Concentrating more, he recognized streets and neighborhood names. ‘The red dot is the car we’re looking for. We’re the green dot.’ Flynn’s heart jumped in elation and the creases on his brow disappeared.

A small part of me knows Connor won’t give up yet. Since we have little time left in our small oasis, Dotty and I are thoroughly enjoying ourselves. First thing tomorrow morning, we will make the long trip back home. Surprisingly, a part of me wishes we could stay a few more days. However, there is a bigger part of me itching to get back to work. Dotty hasn’t let me touch any work while we’ve been here. If I try to check my emails on my phone, she will threaten to take the phone away.

I said determine. Madam Hillary smiles and invites me to come with her. I tell Ivy I am coming back soon without telling her where I am going, but it seems she already knows since she smiles and wishes me good luck. I smile too and go with Madam Hillary. On the way to the Torneur's house, I don't know what I can say to him when I will finally arrive there. Moments of him and I pass through my mind and I realize that it would be a fact! Zack and I can't be friends. All what happens in this world always has a main aim and if life decides once more to give me an exercise to do, then I will try and see what it can give.