Solomon Goode Novels & Stories

Jonathan followed after him immediately. After they got inside the car, Jonathan asked, “Sir, are you planning to go home or…” Solomon loosened the tie around his neck and stated in a frosty tone, “South Garden Apartment.” “Yes, Sir.” The driver promptly revved the engine. Jonathan glanced at Solomon through the rearview mirror, then he silently reached for his phone and looked up Goldhill & Associates. Upon looking up their information, he found out that it was owned by a certain man named Caleb Chain.

I kneeled on the damp sand and scattered the ashes onto the faintly glowing surface of the sea. As I watched the sea horizon gradually brighten, I remembered the day Susie first confessed to me. She had once written her vows on this very beach. “Never betray Jason in this lifetime.” At that moment, my phone suddenly vibrated. The screen lit up. It was a message from Mr. Solace. [I’ve taken care of the procedures. This is the electronic transfer agreement. If there are no issues, go ahead and sign it.] I didn’t hesitate to sign my name and press confirm.

I asked when he answered. “Good afternoon, bigger boss,” he said in a cheerful tone that invited conversation. “So, you have a much bigger boss than me?” I said with a smirk. I didn’t know how he did it, but Solomon always found a way to lift my spirits without even trying. “Sir, there is only one bigger boss than you, and that’s God,” he replied. “Oh,” I sighed, finally understanding where he was coming from. “I know you’ll never let me down. So, where are you?”

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

Sharp gasps rippled through the street. Word spread fast. Before long, more and more people had gathered to watch. "I get it now. Graham kept exploiting Mr. Solomon's tragedy and smearing his name. He must've finally crossed a line." "Exactly. The man already lost his son. Losing a child is painful enough, but Graham kept using the dead to boost his own reputation. Of course Mr. Solomon snapped." "He even called himself Lord of Silverton and tried to use Mr. Solomon as a stepping stone. Now look at him."

Sol gently patted Nathan's shoulder. "Where are you going?" Sol smiled at him and gave him a somber look, "I'll be back." *** Sol drove to the arena without anyone with him. If something would ever happen, he wanted to ensure that his death wouldn't be useless. [Hiram, if something happens, take care of Carl and make sure nothing will happen to him.] [What the fuck are you planning, Sol?] [Something that you always wanted. I’ll see you around.] Sol turned off his phone and went to the Grand Arena as instructed by the mysterious caller. He arrived just ten minutes before the deadline stopped.

“Go.” Solomon nodded his head and vanished from the palace walls.

“God. I do,” Cole wailed. “I really do. But I feel incredibly weird about being the reason you’re not going to do something that would help people who… well… need help.” No answer from Aiden. Unless you counted the way his fingers curled tightly against his knee. She felt awful from about six different directions at once. “You can see where I’m coming from, right?” “I can.” He reached up and flipped on the intercom. “Change of plan, Lloyd. To the Sheldrake. And quickly, please.”

They pretended that Isaac’s mother didn’t stay here and on top of all Margaret didn’t even seem to greet me while she had been polite a few weeks ago. I puffed out a weary breath as I compelled myself to concentrate. The Shadow Pack’s alpha: Caius Tenebris had succeeded as the alpha after killing his father in a challenge. Well, that’s…something. This guy seemed to be our age and was as popular as Isaac. I looked up from the file. Was this the reason for rivalry?

Every other person except Solomon chanted in reply. "Guys, I'm not gonna have my hand in this" Solomon said. He stood up and walked out of them angrily. "Don't call him back" Judas urged Odogwu who was about to. Let him go. He's a coward, a baby and IK's colt. That was why I did what I did to break his intimacy with IK. Let him be, IK would never receive him. He wouldn't even give him a space to speak needless to say believe whatever he says.