Preston Book Novels & Stories

"Sir, we found this in the safe." On the screen were pages of text, emails between Preston and someone identified only as "H.P." discussing the bombings. Messages sent from Preston to himself, documenting his plans, his hatred for Victoria Kane, his determination to destroy everything she had built. "It's a journal," Chen said, scrolling through the entries. "He documented everything." Morgan shook his head, amazed at the man's arrogance. "He thought he was untouchable." As the team continued searching, more evidence mounted. Financial records showing Preston had withdrawn large sums of cash in the weeks before each bombing. Receipts for components that matched those used in the explosive de

the couple did not notice that they're set up was effective and that they have been helping each other in ways that they could imagine. Preston rose from sitting on his swivel chair. extending his arms in the air stretching because he felt a cramp on his back. he groaned. “damn sitting on this chair. it would make me age twice faster than I anticipated. and I hope by the time that I age I can still maintain the good looks that I possess,” he said. Katalina place the baby in the stroller. chuckling as she walked closer to Preston. “Nah. I do hope that when you grow old, you'll be like a fine wine,” she joked.

I asked softly. Miss Preston let me into the class and I went to an empty seat and sat down. My head was spinning wildly. Miss Preston carried on teaching for a while before she gave the class an exercise to do. She brought my book bag over and put it down next to me. I nodded my thanks and took the books out. Miss Preston went back to her desk, opened her laptop and carried on. I opened my text book and started on the exercise, feeling as if the world was spinning around me.

Preston’s mood turned dark and sullen, and he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the city lights, completely lost in thought. A light rain began to patter against the windows. Despite missing Vivica terribly, Preston flatly refused to let her take his devotion for granted. He decided it was time to teach her a lesson by making her realize exactly what she stood to lose. His best friend, Hugh Bolt, approached him, then he clapped a hand on his shoulder, and asked with a knowing smirk, “Trouble in paradise, my friend?”

But his face is clean shaven, and he’s wearing a dark grey buttoned shirt with black trousers with a pleat down the front. He was carrying a paperback book of some sort, but it didn’t look like he’d been reading. She reads the spine; ‘The Pencil: A History of Design and Circumstance’ by Henry Petroski. It seems like he’d grabbed the first book he’d seen and walked out the door to greet them, probably because of her. Kai sighs, “Seth, keeping track of us now?” Seth smiled, “Only because my hosts ran off with barely a word, leaving me in their office.” She smiles, and bows her head to Ash and Kai,

one of them asked and I immediately glared at this gang. “Maybe everything is true and that’s why it happened.” Another commented but they forgot someone is standing near them to hear it. I stopped others when they were about to go and scold them as someone else is here to that and as expected from my idol. “You all go to the library right now and give me a book review for the following books.” She said and started reading out nearly ten books completely startling them. “I need to get the mail by today otherwise there will be other work added tomorrow in the class.” She continued and they immediately rushed back towards the library.

Preston’s hair is fiery in the light of the sun, and his grey eyes reflect the rays, which bounce against his shiny black lashes. My heart pauses then leaps from my chest, beating so hard against my ribs that I feel the vibrations all the way through my core. Preston’s pine and citrus scent spreads through me with each breath, lighting each of my nerves. I’m suddenly aware of every bit of his presence—the steady pressure of his powerful arm on the small of my back, the rise and fall of his broad chest, the flop of hair that sways just over his left eye.

When evening came, Celeste sat in the living room, her countenance grim. She heard the sound of the door opening, indicating that Preston had returned. Celeste studied her son, who stood at an impressive 1.88 meters. Preston’s longtime dominance over the King family’s riches and company was a testament to his intelligence and ability. He was physically and intellectually outstanding. Despite all of that, he ended up marrying a very unremarkable woman. Preston sensed Celeste’s stare as he entered the living room, so he walked closer to her. “Do you have something to say to me?”

Many people who must have known Preston's true identity know that he never does love, he merely plays with whoever he finds interesting and when he gets tired of them, he discards them like trash. But ever since meeting Lenora, he knew she wasn't just interesting. She is different! By the time he walked out of the room, he found out that Lenora was done eating breakfast and was operating on a laptop. “What do you say your friend's name is, again?” Preston halted on his step at her question. “Rhian Hayes.” Her jaw dropped. “What?!!! Like, Rhian Hayes? The freakishly rich billionaire from the four most formidable families in Harithon? Holy shit,! Why the hell did you not tell me?!!”

He was about to complain when he saw the content. “Huh?” Preston was stunned. Without further ado, he read the booklet carefully. “I can’t believe that such an amazing prescription exists in this world! So that’s how you should deal with this disease. This book is amazing!” Preston could hardly wait to continue reading, but he found that the booklet had reached the end after two pages.