Pomerantz Novels & Stories

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

When Freya and I arrived at the Pizza Hut, the waiter quickly approach us and gave us the menu but I politely declined it since we already know what to order. "We'll have one solo size of Hawaiian pizza and also a solo size of Supreme pizza with extra hot sauce please," I said to the waiter and he just nodded as he listed our order in his notepad. "Um, can I have the party size of Hawaiian pizza please?" Freya asked causing me to turn to her with a frown. "Party size? Are you sure about it, mate?" I asked Freya and she just nodded at me.

Samantha "Sweetheart, calm down. Maybe you should explain to Russell what's -" "NO, Phoebe. Russell just needs to trust me. This is for his own good." Fred was too agitated. Hell- we all were getting agitated. "Well, if you can't explain to me why then I guess you'll have to suck it up. I'm not quitting. I'm going for my interview with Knights enterprise in two months, and I'm keeping them as my sponsors."

“I need to go Glenn. These are all copies of everything so you can keep them to help better adjust the amount of compensation.” Glenn reached out and shook my hand. “Good luck with whatever that it. I’ll get in contact with you as soon as I have everything together.” He handed me his card. “If she or her dad tries to talk about it, you just give them my number. There is nothing else you need to say.” I nodded. “Thank you for this.” “Oh you are going to owe me big. That lake house better be good.” Laughing, I took my briefcase and left the office. I turned, the elevator closing its doors and I felt Aamon step forward.

Rino ─𖤝─ I stood by the window of the high-rise office, watching the Chicago skyline bleed into a bruised purple as the sun went down. "That's the last of it, Mr. Lombardi," the lead lawyer, a shark named Kessler, said. He was a man who had been drafting illegal contracts for my father since before I could aim a pistol. "The shell companies in Panama, the waste management unions, the construction kickbacks. It’s all been moved. Remo Lombardi is the sole signatory on every account. He owns the docks. He owns the warehouses. He even owns the dirt under the police precinct."

He was as broad as a wall, yet he still managed to move with such lithe and grace. "Can I help you gentlemen?" Liam asked in a polite but tentative voice. He eyed the huge man warily, thinking they were probably regulators, ready to intimidate them some more. The men, however, acknowledged Liam with a nod but spoke directly to Damien. "Mr Romero." The tall man said, handling business cards to both Damien and Liam, while fixing them an icy stare. "I'm Paul Volkov, personal assistant to Chairman Samuel Fernandez of the Fernandez Empire." Both men stared blankly at the business cards in their hands.

In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me. “Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

“By her grace and elegance, she is, my lord. But she is not for sale. She is to be wed by the next full moon; her heart belongs to another.” Sir Braavos shook his head, a wry smirk playing on his lips. “I see a face and a body, yes, but I see neither grace nor elegance. Perhaps I should have my eyes examined for a better prescription?” A wave of suppressed chuckles broke out among the neighboring Omegas watching from the distance. Jake and Amanda’s expressions soured instantly, insulted to be humbled so effortlessly on their own land. “Just take her and go,” Jake snapped, his demeanor turning harsh as his pride took a hit. “Send our regards to the Alpha King.”

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.