Poly Novels & Stories

“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.

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but as the girl who loved the ocean. ​"The sun doesn't pay the bills in Manila," I said, trying to keep my voice professional. ​"True. But it makes for a much better story," Mateo countered. He reached into his pocket and handed me a small, embossed business card. "If Luke gives you too much trouble, or if you ever find the 'secondary camera' too small for your talent, call me. The board needs people who see things differently. Not just people who follow orders." ​Just as I took the card, the heavy double doors at the end of the hall swung open. Luke was walking back toward us, his face darkening when he saw Mateo standing so close to me.

“Hold on, let me check the school forum. Maybe someone posted something dumb.” She scrolled quick, then her eyes got huge. “Oh no… Aria, someone filmed you slapping Kai this morning. It’s all over the forum already. Look.” I leaned in and saw the video — me getting off the bike, slapping Kai, then storming off. The comments were blowing up. Maya read some out loud, trying to sound funny but her voice was feisty. “Listen to this: ‘That omega just slapped Kai Steel?! Who does she think she is?’ And this one: ‘An omega hitting our alpha? She must have a death wish.’”

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But it was also freeing in a way I didn't anticipate. By Friday, Westbrook called back. "We're proceeding with the vulnerable approach," their CEO said. "Fully. We've done our legal review, and we're confident we can manage the liability appropriately. We're actually planning to expand the vulnerability even further. This is what's differentiating us in the market." Victory. Complete victory. Eli and I celebrated that evening alone. Not a public celebration. Just us, understanding what we'd built together. "You changed," Eli said as we were lying on his couch, his head resting on my chest.

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

Some like a fish-shaped, some like a flower or a superhero character. Luckily, there are nearly a dozen children, if there were more children. Dean doesn’t know how he could satisfy the wishes of the children. Dean is surprised by his nephew's passionate love for the chubby, fat pig. Nephew's eyes, glittering, passionately looking at the pig. He thought his nephew can’t bite a piece on the pig.

Chapter Sixteen. Back to Black. Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do. Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She was lost and it was showing. She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms.