Pick A Number Novels & Stories

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

"Fair enough, then why don't we have a wager?" Ava stares at her nails in behalf of her translucent existence. Obviously trying to get on his nerves. Making it seem as if she was wasting her precious time. She stood up and stride through the sea of golden clouds. Stopping half way with a straight face while crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her bare right foot. "I wouldn't strike a deal with someone I couldn't see." "Humans and their doubts. Fine." "You?" Ava was astounded when the voice finally took form and showed itself.

After a few moments, my name, Blake, flashes across the screen. Wyatt releases my hand as I continue to stare at the screen. Wyatt turns his head towards me and asks, “Do you have any preference for a five-digit security number?” I stop and think for a moment, but nothing comes to mind. I slowly shake my head. Wyatt turns his attention back towards the screen. “That’s all right. We don’t want it to be anything that is too easy to figure out, so how about I just pick one.”

As we are near Jamie's house I decided to stop km away from their house, to talk to her, I look at her face and I saw how beautiful she was and I told her. "Give me your phone!" I told her as confusion registered on her face. But she willingly gives her cellphone and I type my number and saved it on her phone as I told her."Call me when you're decided I put my number there so that you can contact me as long as you have told your father that you are coming with me. Could I get your decision until tomorrow?"

I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.

She asked, beaming with pride. “I have to put it on sooner or later, right?” I giggled. “Did you decide on which of the undergarments you would wear underneath?” She quizzed me. “Yes, I picked the brown with pink ribbon.” I chose the ugliest pair to shove my disdain down Ahiga’s throat. “Not the black with red lace?” She eyed me. I rolled my eyes. “Mommmm….” “Alright, alright. Come here, let me get you dressed.”

Inside the room, I tried to control my emotions. Just forget about it, Alyssa. You didn't come here for this. You came to work and earn money. You came to witness the Umber Ceremony and find your mate. That's what you came for. Remember that. Even I knew it was a lie, but I didn't care. Fake it until you believe it. That would be my new motto from now on. The girls were probably still in the garden, admiring the lovesick couples.

TAKEN thirty It was late at night. Flora wasn't getting any sleep. She rolled on the bed and still couldn't find a position that would suit her. She hadn't thought about it earlier, same house or not. Her night would still be lonely. Yvonne was the only perfect person. It felt more awkward here. No memory of her, her scent gone, everything smell so new at the same time old. She picked up her phone and sigh loudly. How was she going to get through to Allen, she seriously needed company. Or would she made friends with Stella tonight? No. She's probably asleep with her husband. She moved to her message and typed. "Asleep" she sent to Allen. She grabbed her pillow tighter and grunts and wished s

Once they placed it in the center stage at the forefront of the stage, they quickly left. “All participants will walk over to the box and pick a stick. Whatever number you pick will determine the day you will fight…”

He said and hurriedly left the house. He battled with wiping the tears of his face and drying his nose as he walked like he was almost running through the woods. He needed to see Jane. He needed to apologise. Maybe she was only angry when she rejected him and could accept him back if she sees him. On his way to Jane's house, his cellphone began to ring. There was no name on the caller ID. It was a new number. Jaden picked up without hesitation. "It can only be Jane." He thought.