Sal Fisher Novels & Stories

Something in my chest tightened, but then the feeling passed, and I turned my attention to the child who was in my arms, fighting to dip her hand inside the salsa. Brenda reached for a chip before either of us could react, dipping it into the salsa. “Let me test it first,” she announced. Rosalyn gasped dramatically. “That’s not fair! I was here first!” Brenda smirked, holding the chip out teasingly. “Quality control.” Then she leaned forward, letting Rosalyn take a bite. The response was immediate, Rosalyn’s face lit up. “It’s good!” I exhaled softly, a small smirk tugging at my lips. “Of course it is.”

Also, a playboy swimsuit calendar so that I can count T-Minus days until I get my salary. Money is the love of my life. True love. Suddenly I feel a presence beside me, I see Shelly checking out my table. I smile, feeling proud of myself. This is all done by me. I hear a gasp, I see her hand slowly covering her mouth in a shock as she stares at the playboy calendar that is hanging in front of my desk. The bikini model is sitting by the pool’s side, spreading her legs in a mere photogenic way. "Beautiful, I know right! Do you want one for your table? I have an extra." I asked her sincerely as I bought it in a buy one get another free offer.

I snapped, jealousy coursing through me at the mention of another she-wolf. Julius’ raised an eyebrow as he looked down at me, something similar to amusement flickering across his face. “She was a family friend who moved away after the attack, I doubt she’d make the eight hour journey to cook me dinner.” “Don’t complain then.” I grumbled as I moved on to chopping the bacon. “You like to cook.” He said, more as a statement as he leaned back against the bench behind me. “When you live alone for most of your life and have little to no money, you find a way to enjoy the little things.” I murmured.

Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams. It felt like a symbolic gesture, urging her to reflect on the choices ahead. The surprise birthday party continued till evening. "Allison, Christiana and Vicki, you guys have really tried for me." "I actually forgot that today was even my birthday." Daisy said, her voice barely above whispers. "Are you serious?...you mean you forgot that today was your birthday?...Wow." Vicki said. "By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?"

" Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers " " Wow. That's a huge money " a lady mutters in the colly room. " The surgeon he had called upon goes by the man Doc Shetty. He is known for performing the most successful face switched and voices. He won an awards last year for being the best on Earth. His demands however is... On the high path " Maximo let out a sigh at this. Now the puzzle has fallen into place for hi

Sadly, he had to endure all discomforts to have the same good old days that he used to. His name is Nicholae Fisher. Gifted with 6'4 ft tall. Proud to have a light-brown complexion that differed him from the white and black Americans. Also, he had this unrecognized accent that sounded sweet though. What else did I miss? Oh. He's turning 27 in a week.

Fisher had been the cop on the scene of that accident as well, and they'd formed an instant bond. Fisher's rugged man-beauty was captivating in a masculine way. He stood just as tall as Dax, which I guessed was roughly six-four, with dark, virtually jet-black hair. But his face was full with the sweetest brown eyes, and he lacked the rigid angles in his features that would have made him appear hard. It was obvious he worked out as often as Dax-he was broad everywhere.

Faith also nods her head vigorously. "What kind of trouble could that be to made you this nervous and serious?" Julia asked again. "It my husband, he was charge with an allegation of false declaration of asset." Faith replied immediately. She had seen a lifeline to talk about her husband problem, thus she would take it. "I don't understand what you are driving at." Julia said looking so confused. "Oh! I forgot to tell you about myself. But my husband was a politician; in fact he was the Senate President of this federation." Faith said all together.

But it seems that something happened that she never read it, as the envelope was under everyone and dusty as if it had been hidden for many years, she proceeded to read. 'Luiggi Lombardi, you are the most dastardly, cursed, cruel, wretched man, you hurt me not only with your words, in a physical way too. Did you think I would never find out what you did to me at prom? Well, just so you know, David Fisher confessed everything to me, just the day he died, I forgave him, because he asked for forgiveness, he was sorry.

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell