Slow House Novels & Stories

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I felt a spark work through my hands and all over my body. "Is she your girl?" The young man asked Anthony. "Yes, she is, Haruna." "She is beautiful, I like her," Haruna replied, he had not removed his eyes from my face. "Yes, she is. Unfortunately, she is taken." Anthony replied and smiled down at me. I just blushed as the conversation went back and forth. "We have to go now Haruna, see you later " Anthony held my hands and walked me towards his home. It was a two-story building and as we climbed the stairs, I noticed some cobwebs at some corners of the house. The way it clustered together and filled a space showed it had been there for a while. I quickly reverted my eyes, focusing entirely

she nods, her expression was not certain but she looks tired and no longer want to live. some hours later, she started seeing buildings, His house was perched like a secret above the cliffs. Minimalist. Cold. Monolithic. Like him. Draven shoved open the heavy doors and led her inside, rain dripping from his dark hair. His home smelled like cedar and storm. She hesitated in the threshold. "Come in, or I’ll drag you." She stepped in. He turned to her, eyes glinting like a wolf’s in low light. "Strip."

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

" The words echoed in my head, but the real blow had landed long before tonight. Our neighbor, Amy Reed's voice slithered back into my mind. "I have a friend who keeps complaining that kissing his mate feels like kissing a slab of dead meat. Just the smell of her kills his mood. "He told me that doing the same thing with the same person always made him want to die from boredom. If it weren't for the kid, he would've broken the mate bond already." A violent shudder wracked my body as a ridiculous thought forced its way into my mind. Was she talking about me? Was I the mate Lucas couldn't stand?

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

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Katherine said softly, "We all know what day it is, don't we?" Kenny - male kitchen assistant - Katherine's assistant, although he considers himself a Sous Chef, the workload that Katherine gives him makes him like a victim of the typical oppressive labor culture. image of capitalist land. In Paradise New York - where every American dream will come true, perhaps Kenny is immersed in the sweetest nightmare of his life. Kenny is as usual the loudest guy in the Home Sweet Home kitchen. Since no one was strong enough to withstand Katherine's overwhelming oppression, he said: “The day will come when the Michelin food racer will come. Do we know who that person is, Chef?”

He was the one thing she never dismantled properly. And now that she’s back Sloane can’t run. Not this time! And Eamon won’t pretend he doesn’t want her. SOLANE MERCER’S P.O.V. I forgot how quiet this place gets in winter. Not the peaceful kind of quiet people pay money to escape into but the kind that presses in on you when there’s nothing left to distract you. Snow absorbs sound that even the engine beneath me feels muffled as I drive my rental car deeper into town, tires crunching softly against a road I once knew by heart.