Slashed Zero Novels & Stories

I smiled. "Freedom of speech?" I turned to Keira and said, "Freedom of speech does not mean you can spread lies and defame people without consequences. The boundary of freedom is the law. "When you type on your keyboard and use false claims to attack the company that gives you a job and pays your salary, you should know that you'll have to pay the price for your actions." I let my gaze fall on Layla's pale face. "And when you enjoy the company's support while stabbing it in the back, you've lost every right to be forgiven."

he cleared and I gulped again, breathing heavily as he continued to take steps towards me. “A month ago, when I offered you a night with me, it would have been us, having sex with each other,” he started, pacing slowly towards me, making my heart race more. “But then, you slapped me. You rejected my offer. So now it’s going to be this way. The day has finally arrived, Wesley,” he said with a smirk still on his face as I looked away resentfully, my chest heaving. I could feel my anger rising as he continued to advance towards me. This time, I wasn't crying or begging him anymore; instead, I was angry. When that horrendous moment was distant and Jacob was only threatening me, making me weak, I

Checking that they were reading the same thing. Damon looked at the list. At number ten. If this goes wrong I’m allowed to be furious at both of you simultaneously. Agreed in advance. “Yeah,” he said. “I know what it is.” “Good.” Marcus plated the eggs. Put them on the table. Sat down. Picked up his coffee. Looked at the two of them. “Don’t make me use number ten.” “We won’t,” Zara said. “I will absolutely use it if I have to.”

With a swift movement, I peeled off the carbon fiber mask, taking a deep, ragged breath of the bunker's familiar, ozone-scented air. "Fifty million dollars in military-grade tech, completely stripped from Thorne's primary logistics line," Zero said, stepping out from the halo of his server monitors. A slow, rare smirk touched his lips, though his dark eyes remained intensely focused on me. "The underground boards are melting down, Vesper. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who just cut Malakai Thorne's throat in his own harbor."

Not as echo. Not as instance. But as origin shifting its position.

Zeke says and I know that this won’t be good. Austin puts down his fork then looks at Zeke “Am listening” says Austin. “Shannon told us that she is old enough now and will not tolerate being a slave to anyone or serving us. She said that this was the last day she will ever do this and by tomorrow she will be gone.” Zeke says with a serious face and I just stood there, not knowing what to do or say.

It was on a July, I had handed the deal to some of trusted staff to prepare and ready the products for marketing and promotion as Hosae, The son of the chairman of zilak was to represent the company to select new brands for marketing. I had gotten a call that fateful afternoon about a commotion and problem with the dealing. In arriving at the location, I overheard Hosae Speaking lowly of our brands and had offered to buy them at large but on cheaper prices. I was really pissed, but on dealing with important clients, we had to be as polite as not to lose them or have them ruin our image with bad comments on social media platform, because if that happened, we would loose enough sponsors, publi