Step Up 3 Novels & Stories

I still had a chance to reconnect with the real me. Passing the interview was a happy occasion, but what came after shocked me. The company's owner told me about the interview results himself, and he made me the deputy director of the design department. I had not worked in three years. If something was too good to be true, it usually was. "Mr. Lawson, this must be a mistake. I applied for assistant designer, not deputy director."

“This is three hundred thousand dollars. Keep the change. “The extra? Consider it my way of repaying you for raising me.” Their eyes were glued to the check, wide with greed. All other emotions evaporated. I placed another file on the table. It was a document my lawyer had prepared in advance. “This is the severance-of-relationship agreement. “Sign it, and from now on, we have nothing to do with each other.” Finally, my father reacted. He trembled with rage, jabbing a finger at me. “You… you brat! Are you trying to kill us? We raised you for eighteen years!”

For science. My leggings cling like second skin, and I know exactly how they move when I climb stairs. One step. Then another. Hips swaying just enough. I don’t look back — not yet — but I feel the shift in the air behind me. The silence isn’t just silence. It’s watching. Halfway up, I pause like I’ve forgotten something. Turn. Catch him. Nick’s standing at the foot of the stairs, jaw tight, arms crossed — and his eyes? Nowhere near my face.

"Don't be stubborn, Ari. I know you're just testing my sincerity." These three were only putting on a show in front of Grandpa. They certainly didn't treat me like this behind closed doors. Michael Leight, Howard Wilkins, and Jeremy Zadinski were all underprivileged students whom Grandpa sponsored. Grandpa, feeling sorry for them, treated them like his own grandchildren. Moreover, Michael was clever and good at making himself appear to be a great person, so Grandpa trusted him immensely. As long as I was willing to give my heart to Michael, he would immediately be Grandpa's grandson-in-law.

Just as I had finished checking in and turned to walk up the stairs, Nathan rushed in suddenly. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was flushed from running. "Did someone just check into a room here? Did a woman named Yvonne Liesel check in? Tell me, quick!" he demanded.

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.

I understand " I stand up to move upstairs. "Laney I really want to know Blake if you will let me " One day at the time Zach , goodnight"

My eyes lazily flutters open. I sustain a migraine that instant and snap my head forth at my wall clock. It was 2:33A.M in the morning. The door flings open and the female staggers into my room. Who is the unknown female in my room? She isn't a burglar, and I'm certain the guards on duty wouldn't let in a stranger. "What in the world happened in here." She slurrs, taking staggering steps towards my bed. How did she ascend the stairs up to my room of all rooms?

"They'll get bored." "People don't get bored of this," James said. "They get invested. They pick sides. They decide who the villain is." "And who do they think the villain is?" Theo asked. Caspian didn't answer. He didn't have to. James stood up. He walked to the window and looked out at the yard. The grass was long. There was a fence at the back, half-fallen, and beyond it, trees. Just trees. "I'm going to fix the steps," he said. "Theo, you said there's a saw?"

Rei said, propping her chin on her hand, "how's the daddy situation going. And I mean that in every possible sense of that sentence." I nearly dropped the bikini. "Rei." "What! You know what I mean. Stepdad drama, hot stepbrother drama, mysterious cool aunt drama. Your life is genuinely insane right now." "It's a lot," I admitted, laughing despite myself. "The stepbrother apologized, by the way. Properly. In front of everyone at breakfast." "The one who said something gross about you?" "That's the one." "And? Did you forgive the golden retriever energy boy or nah?"