Submission Is Not My Style Mga Nobela at Kwento

He stepped forward, trying to help. “Mr. Davidson, today was supposed to be your proposal to Miss Walker. It’s not worth getting angry.” “She’s always fighting Stella for everything. She doesn’t deserve a proposal!” My silence made Justin and Sandra more impatient. They saw it as defiance. Justin tucked the ring carefully into his pocket and snorted. “Think about what you’ve done. Let’s go, Sandra.” Sandra gave me one last look and followed him without a word, leaving me alone on the beach.

So this is the right time. “Okay, I agree. But give me time until the end of this month until I receive my salary at my workplace and finish my work here too. It’s already the 25th and there are only five days left.” I don’t mind Bree’s decision. After all, he needs the salary and to finish his work by the end of the month. Five days won’t be long and I’ll wait patiently. “Okay, I agree.”

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— lazy, arrogant, exactly what I was counting on. I didn’t hesitate. I typed my name. “Vale, Remy.” Hit enter. The screen loaded slower than I wanted. Every second felt like a bullet chamber spinning. Then it came up. Contract #STL-8891 Surrogate: Vale, Remy (DOB: 4/12/2005) Donor: Anonymous (Sterling Trust) Gestation: Twin Status: ACTIVE Payment 1: $600,000 – PAID Payment 2: $600,000 – ON HOLD

My legs were longer and my self-esteem was much bigger. I appreciated the Lady looking at me in the mirror from different angles, grinning from ear to ear. The cloth was showing too much cleavage so I went into the wardrobe to grab a Jean jacket with flat strap sandals. The cloth was very simple but my curvy made it look like I was overdressed. I stretched my hair and did light makeup, consisting of only a mascara and nude lipstick.

Submission deadline: 18:00 today. She checked the time. Less than two hours. — Across the city— Cami sat on the floor of her new apartment. Back against the wall. Laptop open in front of her. Not working. Just… waiting. Because this part— Didn’t require action anymore. It required patience. And she had learned that too. — Her phone lit up. Notification from the review board. No content. Just status. Pending submission. She stared at it. Then set the phone down beside her.

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The words left my lips automatically. Liam narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I know the truth. I know they’re mine.” I clenched my fists, keeping my face blank. “You’re wrong. The reports said otherwise. They’re not yours.” Liam took a step forward, his voice shaking. “I don’t believe that. I don’t care what the reports say—I know my own pups. And I know you, Cara.” His voice softened, pleading. “Please… don’t do this.”

"It's an unknown tool so they probably fabricated it." "Nice try, Maida, but this is a tool used in the human world to take pictures and videos, you can continue checking and you will see different pictures and videos I took here in our world and in the human world. Are you trying to say I fabricated myself in those pictures also." Mariella defended with a low growl at the end. Maida eyes turned red, "Then why are you just submitting the evidence?" she questioned. "If you knew I poisoned myself why are you just showing everyone. Unless if the video isn't real."