Section F Novels & Stories

an angry voice orders as the door swings open. "What's going on, Liam?" Sam asks, peeking from behind the computer screen. Liam is the company's Chief Financial Officer, has been for years-or so Sam has told me. "Sir, something has happened. The Balance reports Estela gave me don't match the purchase records Ford sent in," Liam explains, adjusting his glasses. "There must be a mistake." "No, sir. Look." He insists, handing Sam a folder of documents. "Let me see," Sam mutters, eyes widening as he flips through the pages.

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

V: Where the fùck are you? ****

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

More information will be given at the last chapter of CON, which sadly will be coming really soon. Stay safe.

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

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Eskal bristled at the comment. “You know as well as I- we don’t have time for this.” Eskal reached past Soren and hauled me to my feet. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his surprisingly muscular form. He looked down at me as he said brusquely, “Try to hang on.”

Sex. ***~~***

an argument ran. "They will," Elira spoke softly. "They just haven't realized how it holds them yet." Caelan handed her a creased map — fresh overlays of riverbed changes, corrected for the infrastructure provision they were writing. Elira drummed a finger on a hatched section close to Sector F. "There. That's where it begins to indicate what we're trying to say. Let's walk it this afternoon." 12:11 PM — Sector F, Watermark Trailhead Dust lifted softly from the trail, no longer sludge-smeared.