Pretty Privilege Book Novels & Stories

"I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration in his eyes. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his gaze. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun. Author: Gideon Fiadzomor Copyright protected

I asked no one before taking my book to shift to the bed as that place feels haunted right now and that too by the ghost called Abhi. I frowned looking at the message Abhi sent saying he forgot to inform something and added that Swapnil Sir proposed Maam but she is taking some time to accept it. This is not at all related to me and just let him do whatever he wants to. How can he just talk about my secrets like this when I didn’t say anything about their story to anyone? However, inside I definitely feel happy and proud that he finally did it even though confused that Maam is taking some time but then she has every right to decide what she wants to do.

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

"Honestly, it’s no trouble at all. It wasn't exactly a blow to the budget. The campus bookstore had a clearance bin, so I snagged it for about a credit and a half." The warm smile on Patricia’s face turned into a frozen mask of secondary embarrassment. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. It wasn't that the book was inexpensive—it was the fact that I had just admitted to buying the most powerful Alpha in the Kingdom of Valeria a 'peace offering' that cost less than a cup of cafeteria coffee. To make matters worse, I was standing there bragging about what a bargain it was.

A book on curses was as rare as encountering a dark mage since owning one would immediately label one as an enemy of the state. “Why not?” Still, Sylvia preferred to be relentless. “Because … well … it’s not legal to own such a book, my lady.” ‘Yet you got your hands on one.’ Sylvia took the book from his hands. It was massive and heavy, bound in old leather. “Then … I’ll read this, young master,” she said, radiating gratitude. As they headed back to the seats, she held it close to her chest. “Does the lady wish to become a priestess?”

I think he groaned but it's almost inaudible. "Here..." He drawls as he passes me a book, wrapped in plain black cover. It's nothing fancy. Like any mere book you'd find randomly. "This is my most accounted journal. No one's ever read it. You'll be the first. Consider it a gift from me." "Why should I read it?" He comes to sit on the bed and locks his eyes on mine for the umpteenth time today. I can't count how many times he's played me inside those field orbs of his. "What's the most powerful piece in Chess, little eagle?"

A whole mystery; that even though I wanted to explore and unravel, I knew I couldn’t. “I’m not very much aware of my mistakes here, but I’d very much love to be enlightened.” I shrugged. “Perhaps over a drink?” “Ah, yes.” She handed me a long gift bag, that revealed a wine bottle. “This does need to breathe, after all.” “What is this?” I frowned at her. “A bottle of wine,” she shrugged. And looked at me with total confusion, as if wondering why I was even asking when I could see as clearly as she could.

"Why do you have a Board of Directors meeting booklet?" he screeched in disbelief. I rolled my eyes at him. "Why can't I have one?" At Saltmere University, the Board of Directors wasn't something just anyone could get into. One was either a highly respected senior professor or someone with serious financial backing. Anyone allowed to attend was a figure of real influence.

I enquired as Viktor was busy dusting the librarian’s desk and chair with a borrowed piece of cloth. Coughing a bit, he replied, “The library is divided into sections just like any modern day library. Most books are available to be read by anyone but some require a special permission.” That got me thinking. “Special permission?” I repeated blankly and Viktor replied, “Yes. There are certain books in the privileged section that only members of the royal family might read.” My smile disappeared a little, “Oh, I wouldn’t call myself a royal so I believe I cannot touch those.”

Rupert's face immediately turned pale with fear, and he quickly told the guards, "Do as he says!" At the same time, he did not forget to threaten me through gritted teeth. "Ivan, if Ms. Prescott finds out what you've done to me, you're dead!" With lives on the line, I ignored him completely. Once the guards followed my instructions and got the two elders into the car, I dragged Rupert to the door, shoved him aside, and immediately drove off toward Jaclyn's hospital. The Prescott family was one of Oakville's most prominent families. Richard and Leona adored Jaclyn so much that they did not force her to inherit the company. Instead, they allowed her to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor and