Serial Novels & Stories

“And what would that be?” “I want your ledger.” Cutter laughed, struggling to stifle a cough. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Your black book. The ledger you keep locked away. The one that contains your club’s contacts, business associates, bank codes. You know the one I’m talking about.”

The second number was not the dog walker. Simon knew the prefix. A flat in his own building. 3C. A man who fixed the lobby cameras when they glitched and never sent an invoice. We did not go at night. We went at noon, curtains already shut behind us, my face still on my phone. He opened before we knocked. Thin. Forty. Laptop on a table. He looked at me and did not smile. “I pulled it off the bridge feed,” he said. “He only had eight seconds. I have the minute before it.”

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I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

"Why would you.. " he asked but I wasn't listening anymore. I snatched his phone from Aunt Gracy but was met with password I wanted to hand it over to him to press his password but he beat me to it by telling me "The password is kejogmet" "okay" I said pressing the password and it unlocked though in my mind, I was surprised. I can remember overhearing NataliesN conversation with Jeanette and Eleanor when Natalie complained Kendall wont tell her his phone's password.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

She pointed out to an office chair close to the arrayed set of electronics. Jessy started towards her like she was going to beat the hell out of her and then passed her. She picked a pencil from the table and Dale knew she was in for a hell of discussion. "It isn't glasses, it's a damn camera." She twisted the right handle of the glass and revealed a USB port. "Were you afraid?" Jessy asked, softly. "No, why would I?" She lied. "I felt like beating them up and eating them like bread crumbs." She boasted, throwing punches in the air.

On the verge of the disconnection someone picked up the call and a heavy deep voice shook Myra. “Hello, who is this?” The deep voice took the strength out of Myra’s body. She gulped down her saliva to gather the words to speak. “I am Myra Moretti. Minerva’s daughter.”

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

The fan here is equipped with a small type, in the city for children under one-year-old to sleep. In the mountains is very suitable. The wind outside blew into the room. He closes the main door where rats and snakes visit. The window opens completely. In the room, there is a green, oval-shaped sleeping ball. Dean lay on the bed. Take the phone in his hands. The purpose is to see the time, unexpectedly above the screen phone, the wifi displays, relatively strong, with no password. Dean smiled. In this desolate area, the sacred forest, poisonous water, people do not have to worry about setting a password for fatigue.