Slayer Retiring Novels & Stories

Life Moves Forward. Time passed again. It was the day of VanderMed Technologies Anniversary Celebration. Rexam Grand Hotel’s biggest ballroom was filled with employees, business partners, influential investors, and several political figures in the city. Crystal chandeliers glimmered overhead while soft music played in the background, but the entire venue gradually quieted when Sterling stepped onto the stage. Sterling spoke about the company’s achievements, its goals for the coming years, and even his own personal plans. “I’m not getting any younger,” Sterling said seriously. “Therefore, I’d like to take this opportunity to inform everyone that I will be retiring in two months.”

Adrian looked at the corpses, shook his head, and firmly refused, "Mr. Reid, there's no need for such trouble." "What do you mean?" Reid was somewhat hesitant, unsure of Adrian's intentions. "Mr. Reid, today's banquet is my retirement ceremony," Adrian explained seriously. "That means after today, I will no longer be an active warrior of Dragoria. A few hours ago, I sent my military seal and all confidential documents to the Council of Elders. They should have been delivered by now." "What? Retirement?" Everyone present widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at the calm young man on stage.

he said. I led him to their rooms. Shayla slept with her dragon plush. Lucas had kicked off his blanket. Aiden’s crib was quiet. Lucian stood in each doorway for a long time. Then he turned to me. “I’m not losing this,” he said. I believed him. But in the hallway, just before dawn, my phone lit up with a new notification. A breaking-news alert. *Ethan Whitaker Announces Retirement: “I’ve Lost More Than Games—It’s Time to Focus on What Matters.”*

I promise him and he gives me a small smile. “I also made a decision. I am officially going to retire.” I say and Chad’s mouth drops in shock. “You’re lying.” He says with a huge smile. “Nope, but let me make this clear. I am officially going to retire when I have done this last job.” I tell him and his smile fades. “Jen..” He says my name softly. “Just this last one. This one can be my parting gift from being an assassin.” I tell him and he stares at me.

Eon hugged his mom’s thighs and asked, “Really? More handsome than daddy?” “Of course! More handsome than your grumpy daddy!” “But I’m the most handsome and talented idol in our country~,” said Zacharias who just arrived in the Eno household. “I thought your group would disband, brother-in-law?” Annoyed from hearing his voice, Zacharias glared at Chase. “Don’t act innocent here. You’re part of the reason why I need to retire from my rapping career” Chase nonchalantly laughed his hostility off. “Uncle is the one who decided that, not me. Besides, Taylor said that the disbandment will soon be finalized.”

After a year or two had passed, they would then make a comeback. Claire also hoped that this was the case. So, she hurriedly went and browsed through some news and hot searches on the internet to see if there was anyone discussing this matter. However, after looking around, Claire could not help but sigh as she said, “Quinn Golding’s agency has already publicly issued a statement confirming that Quinn Golding will officially retire from the entertainment industry after the end of her concert tour this time. It seems as though there will be no room for any reversal in this matter…”

"The people who framed your father? They aren't done. You’re a liability to them. Under my roof, you’re my property. And I take very good care of my property." "You're crazy," I breathed, "You're an obsessed fool." "Maybe," he shrugged, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "But I’m the only one standing between you and a shallow grave. Now, finish the contract. Read the clause about the public announcement." I turned the page, my vision blurring. "I... I agree to make a public statement of retirement effective immediately, citing personal failures and a lack of commitment to the sport. I will accept a role as an assistant to the Rangers’ training staff under the direct supervision of Jaxson Van

No one was sure how the club had obtained Red Dog’s skull, but there were many rumors and stories on the subject. “I know you’re probably wondering why the fuck I’ve gathered us all here tonight. I also know that you’ve all been gossiping like a bunch of bitches since I called the meeting, so I won’t torture you with the suspense any longer,” Cutter said to laughs all around. Cutter didn’t laugh, though. He kept direct eye contact with every Saint in the room. Making sure he felt a connection to each one of them before continuing. “Brothers, the time has come for me to hang up my riding gloves. I’m retiring as president of the Burning Saints.”

"It's because you've been hearing that I'm with someone else. You finally feel threatened. You finally think your place might actually be taken. So tonight, after months of silence, you suddenly decided to crack open that dusty little diary. Am I wrong?" "Gia, that's not..." I did not let him finish. My voice was calm and even. "Sally, you should know this. An apology that comes too late doesn't fix the past. It just ruins whatever good memories are left. That diary doesn't mean anything anymore. Throw it away. "And stop calling me. Stop looking for me. Because you are really starting to get on my nerves." I hung up.

I just stopped going to work altogether. I had been with him for three whole years, and I'd already gathered enough evidence on him and his mother, Felicia Granger, who'd hired assassins to kill Callum, and on Grayson Corporation, which committed tax fraud and many other financial crimes. It was going to be Callum's death anniversary in exactly one month. And this was going to be my gift to him. …