Quarter After One I Need You Now Novels & Stories

"Isa I know you, little is two bottles" "Awwww Darling you know me too much, should I kill you now?" "You know if you do that you will not have me anymore, you would be always lonely and no mojito parties anymore" "Such a killjoy, ok I promise little drinks only tonight since the day after tomorrow will be your rest day, a party and shopping for you!" "You know I can't do the shopping I am already cut short for mama's expenses, I need to pass shopping except for partying"

And for that, only one person could help her. "Jacob, remember the card we received for the Cartier's party?" "Yes ma'am." "You have one hour. I want every single detail of the sender."

Of course, it’s one of the famous songs from his favorite band, Parokya ni Edgar. “I take one step away and find myself coming back to you, My One and Only One and Only You.” He hears the voice singing on the fence between the girl’s apartment and theirs. The beautiful voice intrigued him. It was the first time he had heard someone sing at a friend’s house. Her voice is gorgeous. He wants to hear more than this and to know her. Clark went into the chair just next to the fence and looked over. As there was a light on the lamppost, he could see the woman. She was wearing earphones as she sat on the bench. Her eyes were closed, she wore her pajamas, and her head was still moving as if she enjoy

" Then I pulled my suitcase away and left without looking back. Later, I found a good job overseas and lived a relaxed, peaceful life. When my friends heard about the breakup, they sent messages asking how I was. Some even shared updates about Grant. He moved on from our relationship very quickly and soon threw himself into another one. A friend asked how I felt about that. I replied, "Right now, I only want the sixpence now, not the moon."

"This time, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." I fiercely wiped his scent from my lips and retorted with a cold smile, "Damien, I'll only ask you one thing. Can you really not see that this whole damsel in distress act is a lie?" Damien hesitated, avoiding my gaze. "I... I'm not sure." Not sure, or just deceiving himself? What a joke. They both knew her tricks, yet they were once again pushing me toward the blade without a second thought. The VIP room of the underground black market felt like another world.

"Let us begin." The presentation starts immediately, showing Q3 results, graphs, numbers, and growth percentages, all of which are rising and impressive. "Record profits, Mr. Voss," someone says with a smile. "This is the best quarter in company history." A pause follows. They expect something from me: pride, satisfaction, or recognition. I feel nothing. "Good," I reply simply. "Let us focus on Q4." The meeting continues through reports, updates, and plans. Then, a department head stands up with hands that are shaking slightly. "Sir, our division experienced some challenges this quarter…"

Ghost says quietly. I don’t fall, I took my punishment, proved I still deserve to be prez. And tomorrow, I’m collecting my girl.

"Eric . . . don't let your emotions ruin what you have been working your entire life." That single line pierced Eric's heart. His gaze steadily dropped in defeat while all strength was drained from his limbs. His eyes, which were shining brightly just moments ago, reverted to its usual dim and dull state. His distress face steadily turned still, devoid of any expression. "Finish your quota first . . . Then you can do whatever you want to do after." ". . ." ". . ." When Eric remained silent, the other person sighed before he released an exasperated breath. "We'll give you a month to sort all your works. After that, you'll start working for her. Remember, finish your quota first. The other thi