So Be It Book Novels & Stories

"Why should I do that?" "If you have some shy left in your body right now, you should leave. This isn't your mother fucking house for you to stay here like you're the owner and act like you own place when in fact in the first place you're not. She don't like almighty and leave this f****** house this instant before i'll drag you. This is my only and last warning."

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

said Booke, feigning seriousness. -Whatever you say, but it'll be a girl," he laughed and Booke snorted. "Yes, of course... It'll be a boy, period," Booke thought. Things could be different.

Updates will be coming soon on the book title. Thanks, y'all for your support.

Then I booked it. ---

Brooklyn Utter sarcastically as some people who had heard her burst into laughter. " It's obviously babe" can't you see! I'm sure this is the first time she's eating good food like this? " Parton, Brooklyn's friend , teases as Brooklyn takes one of the student meals and pours it on Isabella's body. ****

With points of painstaking moments that hit at the foundations of her seemingly perfect marriage and have it crumbling into pieces, falling apart into a possibly irreparable state. Would they make it work? Time would tell... ~~~ Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, inspired by my faith. If you're not comfortable with faith-based novels, then I suppose this book is not for you. This story dropped in my heart for a specific reason and it would be disobedience to water it down. Stay blessed.

I find a quiet place to sit, which happens to be the kitchen and since I normally don't trust any of the drinks offered in parties like this, I refrain from taking in anything. I pull out my phone and randomly start to text my dear bestie Martin, who immediately replies to me. M: You good? G: Yh, just bored! M: Have you even tried having any fun or did you already condemn the possibility? G: ... M: ? G: I'm just bored. M: *sighs* You'll be fine, just don't drink anything that has alcohol.

Elegant women and men already sat down on their chairs, the circle table holding documents and bottles of water for each of the attendees. Everyone was prepared for the meeting Mr. Slimth was about to give and, as always, the same chair by his side was empty. It was unbelievable! The meeting must have started 85 seconds ago. But who was Damien Slimth to measure time as he would always do? Well, Damien Slimth was the kind of man who thought when his employees arrived to that company, asking for the opportunity to work for him what they meant to ask was the opportunity to serve and please with their lives on his whims. Even if we talk about the woman he had seen turn into a woman.

The room has gone dead silent, all eyes on me. I stand up slowly, buttoning my jacket with deliberate calmness. “This meeting is over. The presentation bored me. Work on a better one by tomorrow morning. A boring strategy will not lift this company to the next level, and I refuse to waste another minute on mediocrity. Fix it.”