Ranboo X Fundy Novels & Stories

what are you two doing here I mean this place is nothing office related" He asked Bruno with a mocking grin But Bruno simply ignored him Just then stacy screamed in high pitch tone "Oh my!!!,I knew it" We all turned to her confused "I said it ,you looked like someone,you are .. Bruno Hathaway,the young billionaire and heart stealer,my favorite fashion idol,oh my!!!,I am following you on all social media platforms,I love you Soo much ,am a huuuuge fan,oh my gosh!!" "Can you lower your voice please"Andre snapped angrily at her

“No emotional appeals. No recounting what he’s done. Facts only.” Winnie pointed at the screen, her grin sharp. “And no letting rich people pretend they need more time to think.” Scott finally lifted his coffee, a ritualistic gesture that meant he approved. “Good.” Freeda began with the shortest message: The James Fund is active. My name stands alone on it. Any structure requiring Randy Owen’s attachment is not one I accept. If you are backing girls, back the fund. If you are backing a man, at least admit it clearly.

Exhaling a groan laced with exasperation and frustration, Gabriel shifted his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands before dragging his hands down his face. “Fuck. My. Life.” He cursed with another groan over the sound of an object ball making its way down a pocket. “You've been cursing and groaning all night, Jack Sparrow. Ready to spill the beans on what's bothering you yet?” Colin, one of Gabriel's two best friends, spoke, tapping the cue lightly against his palm as he surveyed the billiard table. “Yeah, man.” James, his second best friend, piped up. “We've been here for about two hours now and the only words—”

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

Opula had so much pride hanging over her as the security had already opened the door for her. Once she alighted from the Ferrari, she breathed uneasily and gazed upon the skyscraper with the stylish lettering on the signboard: Fanny Group. Fanny Group was an ICT conglomerate and the richest ICT franchise in Rio Hondo. All the while, Brian was away doing music and eventually became mentally deranged; it was Opula who managed the company with the expectation of becoming the heiress, since Brian would never recover.

Miru understood Fanny’s reason for not representing the Harrowdale Hidens. However, Fanny must have resorted to many ways to pool together several hundred million dollars to support Kaze. Fanny may be associated with the Harrowdale Hidens, but due to Jared’s career, they did not make much money. “Thank you, Aunt Fanny.” Miru took the card without another word. With a balance of 300 million dollars in the black card, Miru made an investment in Rove’s shares.

The drive to Raven took twenty minutes. It was one of our operations. A high-end establishment that catered to the wealthy and powerful. Discreet. Expensive. Completely off the books. Ira was already there when I arrived. She was sitting at the bar, legs crossed, a glass of champagne in her hand. She smiled when she saw me. That practiced, perfect smile that had never once reached her eyes. "Sandro." She slid off the stool and walked toward me, her hips swaying. "I wasn't expecting you tonight."

Brian watched Brandon fight to not watch her go, a cheshire grin building up on his face. Looking back at Brian, Brandon rose a stern brow. "What?" "Nothing. As we were saying...." A solid hour later, Brandon and Brian were shaking hands in final conclusion of their meeting. Brian owned a heavy machinery company and had come to Brandon with some ideas he'd had, hoping for a merger of some sort. They had just finalized it. "Oh, I heard Kaitlyn all excited over an assignment type thing your company is carrying out. Good news around the corner?" "You can say so," Brandon said on an exhale. "I've been thinking of something."

"I don't need...." "Yes, you do. It's okay. This account is just there as a security blanket. You'll never have to use it because it's my responsibility to take care of you. The only time you'll need it is if I'm no longer here, and since that's never gonna happen, it'll just sit there gathering dust. I suggest you invest the five million in seed money I plan to start it with; you'd get more return...." "Five mil...are you insane? You can't give me that kind of money."