Papers Please Novels & Stories

Once, it had meant comfort. Now it smelled like evidence. Velvera closed the door. “You said you could not see me.” “This is not a visit.” Her face hardened. “What does that mean?” I removed a folded copy of the supplier report from my coat. “Where do you buy your writing paper?” She blinked. “What?” “The cream paper with the silver watermark.” Her expression became still for a fraction of a second. Then offense appeared. “Why are you asking me about paper?” “Answer.” “I order it from a merchant.”

The moment she held the cold sleeve hem of Mu-hyul's clothes hanging on the balcony drying rack, where his body odor had flown away long ago, Si-on's lower lip trembled uncontrollably and rapidly. ‘I will unconditionally believe he is safe!’ Recalling her pledge as if hypnotizing herself, she organized mail scattered messily on top of the living room table. In the gap of various bills and flyers, a strange piece of mail caught on Si-on's fingertip. It was a mobile game item coupon crudely printed. “Paper coupon...?” Si-on frowned her forehead. In a mobile age like these days, not even a message, what company would send a real physical paper coupon like this to a home address on purpose.

BELLE’s P.O.V “A boutique…” “Yes, lady Belle.” I scan the content, it’s written that she wants us to be business partners in a boutique. The details are easy to understand and she also provides a list of the materials that we’ll be needing. Looks like she prepared for this. I took my time to understand what was written in the papers. As of now, I can see that she is serious about this proposal, but I can't just accept it today because I still have to consult May for the things that I don't know that were written in this paper.

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

I thought to reach out to my PI and seek his help in finding Kiara, but before that, I got an important email from the special person, who I was waiting for in anticipation. The email read: From: William Moore william.moore@mooregroup.com To: Hunter Brown hunter.brown@browncorporation.com Subject: Congratulations on Your Remarkable Achievement and the Paradis d’Amour Papers Dear Hunter Brown, I hope this email finds you in high spirits and in excellent health. I write to you today with immense pleasure and pride to extend my warmest congratulations on your recent triumph as the Businessman of the Year. Your exceptional accomplishments and unwavering dedication have truly set you apart, and i

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

"Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?" "I thought I elucidated myself in the text I sent you." Sasha rolled her eyes. "Oh, because that was so helpful. The one you sent this morning was, ÔKilled unknown fledgling. Acquired two wolves. Need clothing for female and male. Bring ASAP.'" "You know how I dislike relaying too much via text. Anyone can read them." "I know, oh paranoid one. Big brother is watching, blah, blah, blah. But seriously, how do you expect me to figure shit out? I mean, look at the one you sent after you got up. ÔGhoul attack. Need book and weapons.'"

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as they waited for the next turn in their complicated story. They got to the open space where the pack was. Gabriel stood in the middle, with a look that was both determined and desperate. He held up a piece of paper with symbols on it that looked like they were from another world. "Ethan, you need to see this," Gabriel said in a low, eager voice. Ethan took the piece of paper, and his eyes grew wide when he saw the figures. They were very old and had something to do with the Moon Goddess. He looked up at Gabriel, his eyes full of questions.

As a matter of fact, it causes both Stan and I to stand up and pay attention to what they are doing. Suddenly they are approaching us directly with a piece of paper in the hands of one of the people. “Alpha Carter?” the human asks. I simply stare at him. We do not discuss who or what we are with humans, so I cannot trust who this guy is. “I have a letter here for you,” he says passing it to me.