Political Novels & Stories

he said as equally sarcastic. “Umm if you two are done I would like to get back to the part about everyone wanting to kill me if that’s alright with you” I said annoyed that they have been keeping this monumental secret from me. If people wanted me and my baby dead, I have the right to know this information. This must have been what Anya was talking about last night when she said there are things we needed to talk about, from her vision, about me and my baby. Anya came back over to the table and looked conflicted about where to start, an internal battle clearly happening inside her mind. Possibly debating what to tell me and what not to, I wanted to know it all, the good and the bad. Trying

He stood behind me, his hands extended to show me two watches. "Which is better?" My brow moved up in question, as I spun to face him. I looked between the two, pointing to the solid yellow gold one. He lifted it, strapping it on. "I called to make sure the restaurant was guarded, the only thing I wasn't guaranteed is the entrance." Triston sighed, "I could get you in through the back- but what so wrong with a photo or two?" My eyes moved up to him, "Being on the news and overcasting someone's wedding is not on my plans for today." Triston rolled his eyes, "Honestly, that would be rude of me-"

There were many windows here and there in every storey. Walking inside the building, I noticed that the interior looked much better than the exterior; the interior had a much classier look with paintings and pictures hung almost everywhere. A sofa set with a big T.V was kept on the left side. I didn't think anyone used the T.V often as everyone had their phones 24/7 with them. The staircase was in the opposite direction to us, on the left side.

I listen to Osman talking about politics with my dad and at the same time, I want to take a sip of the tea. Eww, it's so gross!! I want to spill it out but I can't! ... (to be continued)

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

"In terms of relationship policy. If two colleagues were to become romantically involved, what would be the firm's position?" Marcus leaned back in his chair. "Are we speaking hypothetically?" he asked. "No," I said. "We're speaking about Eli and me. We're in a relationship. And I want to know if that's a professional conflict." Eli's expression shifted into something like shocked. Like he couldn't believe I was being this direct. "As long as it doesn't compromise the work," Marcus said carefully, "and you both maintain professional standards at the office, there's no firm policy against it. People work with their partners successfully all the time."

I'd say stripping was the least of her worries. "I'm actually not surprised." I shake my head, looking off into the distance. Why would I be, Max is a player and proud. "Not everything you heard from Jacob was true about me you know," he reads my mind, his tone sounding offended. "Oh yeah?" I tilt my head to the side. "What about you sleeping with a cop's wife?" "True," he shrugs sheepishly. "What about doing anal with Miss USA and recording it?" "Also true. But I didn't know it was being recorded," he points his beer at me. "How about we change the subject. What's your favorite color?" he talks fast, as if he's flustered and I find it hilarious I'm doing that to him.

Frowning deeply I clenched my jaw tight, was he making fun of me right now, what was so funny about what I had said? “If not kill me then what!?” I said instantly annoyed with him. Looking up at me he sighed as another sheepishly looking smile spread across his face, “You’re virginity is the fascination Laya, I think if I mate you it might remove the fascination,” “Mate me... what does that mean?” Nodding he smirked as he looked at me expectantly. “Laya you're a hybrid, do you not understand how things work?” Swallowing hard I looked down. "Besides being a freak, a virus, something that shouldn’t exist. What else is there to undertand?”

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.