Random Quirks Novels & Stories

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

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This is the first time I'll decide to have fun for once. I used to be a person engaged in work, I was a workaholic person. It's good too because I don’t have a good explanation as to why I'm going on vacation. And I'm not good at explaining anyway... As I prepared things and pack them up. I happen to pass by Mr. William's office and saw that his door is ajar. I slowly approach the door and walk inside without any permission and I saw a man talking with him. Both were taken aback when they saw me go inside without knocking, a gloomy expression on the man's face.

Thank you to my aunt’s family for giving me a second home. The comments below said, [Congratulations. Your aunt’s family will be your salvation for life.] [Congrats! Wishing you happiness forever.] I casually liked the post. Then I commented, [Wishing your family happiness forever.] Very quickly, the post disappeared. She probably forgot that she had followed her private account on my phone before and never unfollowed it afterward. Right after that, she called me. “Freya, don’t take that post seriously. I was just posting for fun.”

I dove back into my phone, my voice calm and collected as I explained to the crowd. "Lucky for me, before I left home, my inner geek had me back up some of the original code and backend checks of this app." I pulled up a basic code viewer and threw it up on the big screen. Key lines of code glowed, ready to reveal the truth. "Check this out," I said, pointing to the screen, "right here in the random number generator code, there's a line that looks like any old ID check. However, when it spots a certain ID, my ID, it narrows the odds down so much that the outcome is pretty much zero.

friggin virgin! I was not that conservative but I didn't know why I couldn't. It was like someone would be mad if I'd have sex with just any guy. It was crazy but that was how I felt or maybe I was crazy. If I sleep with someone maybe this crazy dream would really disappear. But do I want it to disappear? It pierces my heart thinking about that. Strangely, I didn't want it to disappear. I want to linger in this insane dream for quite some time, I think. I lazily got up, excused myself from the man beside me who was still staring at me with keen interest, and went towards the direction of the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. If I was still in my studio-type apartment in Paris, I wo

Alexander's Point Of View : A few days bled into a fucking week of freaking high-stakes stupid hide-and-seek game. I was leisurely exploring the god damn city, enjoying my small vacation in my own not so amazing way. Because it's not fun if I don't crash a party and I could do that now because of a freaking stupid fat ass sexy mutt. On the other hand my magical trackers were working their ass’ in double shifts to find the fucking clue about the freaking next relic which seems to be wiped from this idiotic world because no matter what I just couldn't find a clue about them anywhere as if someone just erased their fucking existance.