Ranboo X Fundy Novels & Stories

Joslyn, again, looked up just in time to see him swivel on his barstool to face her fully, making their knees bump against each other. Now completely bared to the lights from the bar's ceiling, Joslyn could finally see the stranger's features clearly. He was sporting a low side fade haircut with some unruly strands of his light brown hair left to fall over his left eye. His face was clean-shaved, without a strand of facial hair in sight.

“Yes, it was unanimously agreed that I, the chief of Guchi clan must not behave as Umai, who for a similar act caused the gods to pour their wrath on us even till this day. I wondered why my king could not understand that the prince was actually serious to fulfill his vows. I perceived war will soon come. Princes and Emperors do not swear by the name of their god and forget to make it happen. The clan chiefs and the king deliberated together, trying to untie this difficult knot, by seeking a solution to the matter, yet nothing different came from above. Briah, the priest of Zoe was gone! The gods seemed far from us. The king concluded that Banabella must not be given to the prince. I demande

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.

He muttured, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe how he ended up in this situation. Same, bro. Same. “Ramen.” I dared to voice out. “What?” “Ramen packets, water, and a kettle would be nice too.” I will not stay hungry again. I need to eat for my brain to work properly so that I can stay alert instead of passing out. If asking Alessandro for basic snacks is the only option, so be it. I didn’t see how he reacted to that. He was about to turn back when I called him. “I need clothes.”

“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.

The style was plain, but it was thoughtful. Freya remembered her mom mentioning that it would be an unlucky year for her next year. Her mom told her to wear more clothes and things with her lucky color, which was blue. Before she could buy anything, Ryan gave her this. “I still have something to show you.” Ryan pulled her over to sit down. He entered a money-managing application on his phone. “Didn’t you say you don't know enough about me? This is all the money I have. There are stocks, funds, and some treasury bonds…”

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.

Brandon. THE END✨