Passion Synonym Resume Novels & Stories

Chapter Two POV: Pierce De Luna I got off from my shift at the restaurant earlier than I normally did. My whole body ached but my mind was as active as a child's color book. I kept thinking about her- Kelly. There was something about her that separated her from most girls. She was not your average girl; that part was evident. From her fiery red hair to her brown eyes that reminded me of chocolate balls, then her lustrous golden skin, it was impossible to resist her.

I said, presenting him with the neatly printed document. Sebastian accepted the resume and invited me to take a seat. As he perused the details, he inquired about my qualifications, aspirations, and what I hoped to accomplish as his assistant and secretary. Each question was met with thoughtful responses, as I spoke from my heart. "I strongly believe in working great with you, Sebastian, will not just foster my professional advancement but also nurture personal growth. Being a part of your team, embracing your vision, and gleaning wisdom from your guidance are my aspirations. I am resolute in giving my utmost and adding value to the triumph of your business," I expressed, maintaining composu

"I know what it is, Fabian. Two guys making out is wrong and unnatural." He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with a hint of pain. "Why should it be wrong? Why should we put a tag on how we feel?" I suppressed the empathy that threatened to surface, my grip on my resolve tightening. "What I feel right now is nothing more than confusion. I like women, have always liked them. There's no way I'll be attracted to a man." Fabian's gaze lingered on mine, his expression unreadable. "So you're admitting that you feel this attraction but you're just confused about it?"

To her defense she said, “No! I was just… I was only wondering how someone can become passionate for another person.” “Why?” Leon questioned, interested to hear her reason. “I don’t know,” she squeezed her arms, feeling the urge to run away and escape, “I never felt it and I can’t imagine myself feeling so much passion for another person.” “Well,” Leon whispered, pulling only one side of his lips, “If you are that curious, I can help you try out that same passion you utters. I believe, you and I will have quite a good chemistry together.”

Anthony looking so desperate for answer. “ Well....A picnic outside or a beach outing or go to amusement park would definitely set a romantic mood for me and my suitor, Sir.” Hannah bit her lower lips shyly and lowered down her head to hide the blush on her face. She was feeling embarrassed at the moment. “ Hmmm...Sounds like a good idea.” Anthony had a spark of hope on his eyes. “ Thank you, Hannah. You're good friends with Danielle, isn't it?” Dumbfounded, Hannah raised her head immediately. What was her boss thinking? Is he really serious now? I've never encountered the boss behaved like this before. Hannah thought.

I got to know from my personal Assistant that she wants to meet me because Her company wants to do a huge deal with my company from a long time But I denied. Because I was not interested in the proposal. It was not worthy. I asked her that what is she doing here in my office. Who allowed you inside ? She replied that She came here to attend the meeting. I informed her that meeting was already finished few minutes ago and I'm not interested in your company's proposal as There is no profit. so you can leave. Instead of leaving she smiled and replied

Good heavens, his look could have set the whole world on fire. There was no lust in us, no irrational desire either; the heat was so intense that I was finally able to put a name to what she provoked in me: passion. There wasn't that primitive urge to possess her and get carnal satisfaction because this goes beyond the physical. It was the ability that she had to turn on every corner of my interior without touching me. I ran from her neck to her mouth with such reverence and delicacy that I was surprised that fire could be present with such a soft and delicate act.

I easily side stepped her hug and walked over to my desk. “Is that your way of welcoming me, darling?” she turned to me, chest out, perhaps in hopes I would catch a glimpse of her full breasts almost spilling out of the low cut top she was wearing, and become a smiling clown. I had more important things to focus my attention on. For example, the two actual clowns in my office. “Did you find Passion’s replacement?” I asked them. It was the permission they needed to lift their bowed heads. “Boss, it's not as easy to find someone as charming as Passion was. There are many beautiful women, but none of them have that IT factor,” the flamboyant man, Geraldo, explained with hand gestures that moved

“I just need you to understand that you can’t escape.” His touch was like fire on her skin, a spark that ignited a thousand emotions inside her. She wanted to pull away, wanted to break free, but his grip on her was unyielding. She felt trapped, her every movement restrained by the invisible force he wielded over her. His power wasn’t just physical; it was in every glance, every word, every touch.

she said - daddy’s sweet little girl. It was fascinating to watch her theater. My sister knew exactly how to win over an audience with her untamable spirit. Sometimes I felt her body was far too small for her wild, ravenous, and secretly disturbed soul. Everything became too intense with her. Passivity was tedious. She craved action. She needed the stares, the spotlight, the leading role. If Iris wasn’t the protagonist, there was no story. If she wanted to win, then victory was already hers. If she wanted someone else’s place, she would take it; if she desired another’s affections or accomplishments, she would steal them. So cunning and skillful that, by the time you noticed, everything had