Papers Please Novels & Stories

Once Adonis is back in his sleeper, Samuel sits opposite me and passes me some papers. I go over the papers and smile as they are to do with our warrior exchange program. I look up at him once I have read the entire thing. He then passes me some more. I smile as I say, “The paperwork never stops, does it?” “Nope. Here, give that back. We can look at it and do it later. I just thought you may need something to take your mind off of and keep your mind off of whatever you were thinking about before you fell asleep on my shoulder.”

Tears then rolled down her cheeks. Meanwhile, Chris was busy reaching into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing. From inside he took a piece of crumpled paper that was already brownish in color covered with dust, cobwebs and even dirt and other debris. He lifted the piece of paper. "Here's the agreement." The piece of paper was placed on the table which Ed Shane immediately took. With a little speed but still careful, Ed Shane unfolded the paper that had been folded into several folds and formed a small square.

Curiosity piqued, Natasha inquired, "Alright, what is it then?" Mr. P promptly handed her the papers, and as Natasha scanned through their contents feeling expressionless,a tinge of confusion appeared on her Mr P's face. "Ma'am, it's making waves everywhere," he revealed. "It's all over the internet, in the papers,on magazines, it's now a hot potato

I started, having no idea what he was talking about. “Well, I hope you win.” “Thank you, Collin.” He looked at me and then at Jarren, who was talking to the Sphinx Prime Minister. “Do you think I could get a picture of you for the Worldly Times?” he asked, returning his attention to me. I had to hold back my laughter—poor guy. “Sure,” I stated with a smile. “I thought I’d ask first. I was in the courtroom when His Highness called order.” I laughed lightly. “That’s putting it mildly.”

I pick up the phone and see a text from said fleeing Priest, I click it open to find, “I searched your entire house for paper and found some stuff instead, what person doesn’t have paper in their home? Anyway, I tried making breakfast, but with the ingredients in your fridge, I would have made nothing. Have some mango juice before coming into work this morning, I got breakfast for you.”

Elena Vale has spent her entire life sticking to the rules, until the night she's forced into an engagement she never wanted. Fleeing from her high-society cage, she ends up in a grimy bar, drinking with a brooding stranger who offers the one thing she never expected: freedom.  Jack Roman is the last man a woman like Elena Vale should marry. Tattooed, sharp-tongued, and hiding secrets behind his sea blue eyes. He's everything she's been taught to avoid. But when an impulsive drunken wedding turns into a full-blown scandal, Elena seizes the chaos. She makes him a deal — six months of pretending, then they part ways. To Elena, faking a marriage with a stranger is supposed to keep her

God, I was a sucker for those forearms. “Miss Lane,” he finally said, lifting his eyes to meet mine. Steel-gray, sharp, assessing. “To what do I owe this… visit?” I swallowed. My voice felt tight in my throat. “It’s about my paper.” He arched a brow. “Your paper. The one analyzing dominance and submission in Wuthering Heights, correct?” I nodded. “You gave me a B.” “I did.” He pushed the paper toward me. I didn’t move to take it.

“Yes, I do.” Nova slid a finger beneath the seal. The paper tore with a soft rasp that sounded far too loud in the empty bookstore. Inside was one folded sheet. Sweetgum & Spine stationery. Old stationery, from before they had changed the logo. Nova unfolded it. My Nova, Nova’s fingers tightened around the paper as the first line blurred for a second. Sadie-Rae moved closer, but Nova lifted a hand, needing the space to take in the words alone. “Please.”

Third Person POV “So,” Enzo said, “You’re here because you need a safe place to stay?” “Yes,” Sasha swallowed hard. “I know it’s a lot to ask. But you see, I have the papers that show the chemical make-up of the hybrid grapes. The molecular structure, if you will. I have to submit those to the FDA, to show that the grapes are illegal. Without those papers, no one would be the wiser, since they have fake FDA papers showing that the grapes were approved.”

she said, “the Council has assigned me here, so I don’t have a choice.” She produced a folded document from a clutch that had no right to hold anything so bureaucratic and snapped it open with a wrist flick that said ta-da. The Council’s seal—overwrought, self-serious—glinted at the top. She flashed the paper toward me and, because I am not a coward and because paperwork makes monsters pretend to be respectable, I took it. PARDON. SAFE PASSAGE. PERMANENT RESIDENCY AUTHORIZATION: SAGE MOON TERRITORY.