Pillow X Novels & Stories

He made trip after trip, bringing in what looked like huge and oddly shaped pillows and scattering them around the den. "What in the world is all this?" I asked, weaving my way through them all. He picked one up, staring at it like it was an alien and scratching his head. "They're pregnancy pillows for you. I didn't know which one to get, so I just got them all and figured you could try them out and see which ones you like best.”

"This pillow can correct the shape of the baby's head. But, it's best for infants under six months to not use a pillow. Calista turned around. Jordan, with the pillow in hand, began to explain its advantages and disadvantages. The salesperson stood wide-eyed. If he hadn't picked a product from their store to sell her on, the salesperson would've thought he was a representative from a rival store trying to poach customers. After his explanation, he subtly criticized the cheap pillow that Calista was holding, which was merely ten dollars. "This one won't do. It's much too high for babies and filled with toy stuffing. You should consider this one instead." Yara couldn't resist taking a dig at h

News broke from Cordavia: “With approval from the government, the Axoryn Pill developed by Miss Q has entered mass production and will soon be available for international export.” The global medical community responded instantly. In mere moments, X’s trending topics were overtaken by: #MissY #AxorynPill Countries scrambled to bring the drug in. Back at home, Briella had barely slept the night before. After returning to the villa, she passed out and didn’t stir until the next morning—only to find her phone completely blown up with calls.

My brothers looked at each other before looking at me, I gave them a shrug before looking out the window. My eyes glided up and down the building that stood in front of me, nothing changes about it. It still had that sick yellow paint and the white on the pillars were beginning to wash off, the painting of a phoenix on the the left side of the building was beginning to fade away a reminder that the one who painted it no longer existed.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.