Novel & Cerita Submission Is Not My Style

Her opinion of Sasha isn't a glowing one, after all. Sitting downstairs in a patch of sun on the long green couch by the massive windows, I scroll through my phone idly. There are all kinds of messages on the forum. People post about how far along they are—they love comparing their babies to the size of vegetables and fruit—and talk about if they're having a boy or a girl; they even complain about their in-laws. That's a very popular topic to vent about.

In her mind, she rehearsed apologies that sounded hollow, explanations that sounded like excuses, silences that felt safer than any words she could offer. Miles away, in a parked car outside a modest downtown office building, a man in his late thirties sat reviewing photographs on a small digital camera, the glow of the screen the only light in the dim interior. Nathan Brooks scrolled slowly through the images he'd taken over the past several days — Chloe Anderson leaving her apartment, a woman matching no known record meeting her at the door in the rain, the same unknown woman leaving twenty minutes later with her face tight with fury. He forwarded the photos to Samantha with a short messag

I say, trying to keep the defensiveness out of my voice. “But you never grin like that when you’re daydreaming. You looked like a heroine out of a Jane Austen novel, staring off into the distance and smiling about a man.” “Oooh, has Isabel met a boy?!” Lisa asks with a squeal. “Who is it? Do we know him? I bet he’s the strong, silent type. That seems like your kind of guy.” James is strong and silent, so she’s not wrong. “Sorry to disappoint, but there is no boy. This town is depressingly lacking in dating options,” I tell them with a shake of my head, hoping I look convincing. “You’re lucky you found Greg, Sharon.”

I just don't bother with these women. "Cancel the meetings for today," I said to my assistant, "also go and bring some girls here." "How much sir?" "10," yeah ten should be enough. He nodded and went. I pull out a picture from my desk and stare at the woman, "how could I ever marry, someone if it's not you." An hour later. All the women that Luke (the assistance) bring are all bunch of gold diggers, one of them even has the nerves to touch me.

“Statements that weren’t true.” “Well,” he said at last, “this changes matters. If what you’re saying is correct, someone has been contacting firms under your name. We take identity misuse extremely seriously.” I pressed a hand to my forehead as dizziness seeped in. “Do you have a copy of the submission?” “Yes.” “Can you—” My voice cracked. “Can you send it to me?” “Of course. And Clarissa?” “Yes?” “You should see what was included in the appendix. It may… concern you.”

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I simply couldn't help it and surely Dimitri knew now too, I had knowledge about something that I shouldn't have. The words drawled out slowly even though I must've practised saying them a million times in my head. So many things were going on in my head. Especially the fear of rejection and dismissal of my proposal. Or worse. Punishment. "I just want one thing. One thing only." A small exhale before I revealed the truth underneath my sleeve. "I know Liza is here." I couldn't dare pause and let his quick mind come up with things that didn't happen or things that did. So I kept talking and gave away myself.