Paul Reed Smith Price Novels & Stories

The price of their name was paid not only in money, but in the total psychological restructuring of two children. "I understand the fear," I said, my voice barely steady. "But that doesn't make the prison right." "It makes it necessary," Dmitri finished, rising from the couch, the moment of vulnerability already receding behind the polished mask of the Volkov heir. "Now, rest. The art is finished. The work on the artist begins."

The fathers stood back like spectators, a sense of detached amusement hidden beneath their cool expressions. Because Frederick Hale wasn’t just anybody. No, he was far more than that. He was the Prime Minister of Oil and Gas, a man with influence so vast it could make or break careers, destroy corporations, and manipulate entire industries. And he was one of the people responsible for making their H²O engine disappear, a critical piece of technology that had vanished. Ichiro, still perfectly composed, adjusted his cufflinks with the elegance of someone who’d been to this rodeo a thousand times. "Sued, you say?" he inquired, his voice smooth as silk, each word dripping with an air of polite c

The president ignored him and he pointed at his aid, “What is the man’s name and what business does he have with the government?” . . . . . Hilter Reichert was trying to make a point to a corrupt government official, who dishonoured a previous standing deal with Hilter, Hilter had felt that by destroying Bird island, it was the best way to make that point: Tony Freemont was a high ranking government official, who had cut back on technological grants and government support, after receiving free advanced intel and weapons blue print designs from Hilter. . . . . .

After shaking hands and introductions, we all sat down and called a waiter to order food. “So, ladies, I believe your offer in purchasing the Pryce Winsley Academy doubling its worth is truly promising. But... I’m not selling it. Even though Miss Jennings says otherwise, I owned the bigger part of it, so the decision is mine that should be followed.” He asserted and leaned back in his chair after he heard our lawyer's statement about our greatest concern. And I lifted my gaze to look at him. “Name your price, Mr. Herrera. We could make it more than double its worth. How about let’s make it five times?” I replied and asked him, making him let out a chuckle, and he seemed don’t know what to sa

The doctors immediately sprang into action, bringing out various equipment to begin emergency treatment. Meanwhile, a young nurse, though frightened of Jaclyn's fury, still stammered, "B-But Ms. Prescott, you personally ordered us not to treat Mr. Shaw's parents unless he waited in line and paid the fees first. You said you needed to 'avoid any conflict of interest.' "The fee was only 2000 dollars, but Mr. Shaw, as your husband, had to request it from Mr. Williams, and Mr. Williams only gave him 20 dollars. That's what led to Mrs. Prescott's death."

He had even told Mary that I disliked the countryside and had barred him from returning. It was no wonder Mary never really spoke to me during festive seasons. I walked into the empty building and raised my voice. “John, where are you? Come out now!” A woman walked out of a bedroom and stood before me. “Who are you? Why are you looking for my husband?” I stared at her. She was wearing a skimpy dress. When she saw me, she purposely pulled up her hair and revealed the hickeys on her neck. In a moment of recognition, I recalled that this woman was Gabby Smith, an intern in the company.

The red light blinked on. Amelia gave a practiced smile and began. “Good evening. Tonight, we bring you an exclusive interview that has captured headlines across the city. With me are Vivian Hayes, the respected literature teacher at Fairhaven Academy, and Ethan Carter, her former student. Their relationship has sparked controversy, debate, and legal threats. Tonight, they’ve agreed to tell their side of the story. Unfiltered. Uncut.” Vivian swallowed hard. Ethan gave her a subtle nod, silently urging her on.

With a measured nod, he replied, "Did I?" "You were working with Rossetti all this time," I whispered, anger seeping into my voice. "I partnered with him for the money," Jean said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Besides, you'd be surprised how much selling off children would get you.” He laughed after that. "You sold children into darkness," I pressed, disgust thickening in my tone. All those times he took my money and hit me and he was trading children. "I only arranged transportation," he corrected, his voice devoid of remorse.