Push Novel Novels & Stories

Nicholas called Tobias, crying as he pleaded, "Daddy… I miss Mommy. Can you bring her home?" Meanwhile, Tobias was in no state to respond. He was holding the mate bond dissolution document that Matthew had just handed him as he teetered on the edge of a complete breakdown.

"This is to make up for last night." Tommaso pushed a velvet jewelry box toward me. A pink diamond, which cost a fortune, lay in it. The diamond sparkled beautifully in the morning light, but my heart remained unmoved. I glanced at it and gently pushed it back to him. "Why would I be upset?" I said lightly, elegantly cutting into the steak on my plate. "In a month, she'll be moving in anyway." Tommaso froze, his fork suspended in midair. "What do you mean?"

I say. "Excellent, excellent." He smacks his lips in a way that makes my skin crawl. "Lie back on the bed, and let's see how far along you are." "I thought Fabiola would be here." I glance at my phone for any messages. It's a brand-new phone, a burner that's meant to be disposed of after a single use. Josh has gone all out on precautions. From what I know about the Ivanov Bratva, I believe his paranoia is justified.

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The plan to contact the vamps worked better than expected. By sunset, on the day the ad emerged in several print publications around the country, Nathan's new disposable cell phone rang. For like the thousandth time. "If you're thinking of fucking with me," Nathan snarled in the receiver, "then hang up now before I come through this phone line and shove your head where the sun will never kiss it again." "Seeing as how the sun hasn't kissed me in centuries, I don't see the point of your threat, dog."

Sometimes the algorithm hit its mark; other times, it felt downright cruel. It pushed me to a local post. It showed me a cover picture, specifically a glossy nine-photo carousel from the holiday gala. The account belonged to Vivienne. There she was, standing on the stage with a champagne in hand, beaming as she had just been crowned queen. The caption stated, 'Out with the old, in with the new. Clearing negative energy from the team and guiding the new admin team toward a more global and elevated future next year.' I opened the comments.

Occasionally, keep an eye out for surprise chapters dropping at 18:05 KST. I can say with absolute confidence that this is a genuinely thrilling and addictive ride. My only hope is that my devotion shines through every page. Thank you so much for embarking on this journey with me. Step into my world and enjoy the ride.

Especially when it feels like there is so much negativity on the internet. If you haven't already, please, review Shift. Give it whatever stars you feel is right. I just does help to have that boost and I really would love people to come in and read your experiences and then be able to know that this isn't just all fluff and fuck. :D There is some but you know. ;) I enjoy a good crying session.

It was either Ivan sometimes or some other incident that kept pushing his own wish to the back of the priority list and now that there was no Ivan and me having to be on my best behaviour for Liza, there was no other reason to not have what he wanted. The clock ticked quietly in the background. Three thirty in the afternoon. The delivery guy could be on his way and might knock on the door any moment now. I was a little too aware of the thin piece of folded paper towel tucked in my waist band of my underwear, the only possible place I could use as storage since the full sleeved sweater dress had no pockets. I wonder if it was intentional.

I am independent and strong, and feel nothing for Jacob anymore. Turning, I wipe my hands and cheeks off with a towel that is imprinted with two peaches. The fabric rough against my skin. After I'm done using it I wonder what to do with it. Do I put it back? Not sure, I throw it on the counter and walk out. Max is doing pushups, his biceps bulging with every dip, his back flexing with every lift. My heart flutters, and an audible gasp tumbles from my lips.