Success Oriented Guide Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm stable now. You should go." He seemed taken aback. "You don't mind if I check on her?" Mind? Why would I mind? My personal ATM was free to make withdrawals elsewhere, as long as my account remained open. I gave him a small, magnanimous smile. "It's fine, really." He hesitated, then left. I felt no disappointment. Instead, I looked down at the brilliant ruby resting in my hand. So expensive. So beautiful. So mine. … What I hadn't anticipated was that even in this new life, I couldn't escape Cindy's vicious schemes.

"Listen to me, Benjamin. I'm not going to make it. Use me as cover. When you get out, go find Rory." Celeste's older sister, Rory Fallow, was the real head of the Fallow family. If anyone could clear my name, it was her. However, Benjamin gritted his teeth and clung to me with his remaining arm. "No, Finnegan! If you die, I die! I don't want to live with that monster!" Though I was injured, I still easily overpowered him, a scion who was pampered since birth. Moreover, he had just lost an arm. I tied him tight with the rope despite his struggles.

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

She instructed. "Yes Mrs. Sullivan." Jake handed me my books so I accepted as I stared back at him while he smiled at me. "Take care of yourself." He says while walking away. I watch him walking away to the other side of the hallway and he looked so muscular and lean. "Miss Swanepoel I said take your seat!" Mrs. Sullivan exclaimed from behind me that made me lift my shoulders. I hurriedly walked to my seat and placed my books on top of my table. She continued discussing and I could hear the other girls backbiting me. Whatever jealous bitches!

she rolled her eyes and went in the opposite direction to proceed with her main task. “I finally found the Non-fiction section!” she silently cried in joy after spending a couple of minutes walking around the huge shop, “I can’t believe it’s located in the far left corner, no wonder I couldn’t find it so easily.” she murmured. Her fingers trailed each of the book’s spines while muttering the titles, Valencia is searching for the book named, ‘The Golden Success’, a manual literature that made the world’s well-known businessmen and businesswomen massively successful.

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“Agreed.” That night, alone, I reviewed the day with clinical precision. No emotional distortion. No defensiveness. Just data. The system is adjusting around me. Not to remove me immediately—but to make removal plausible. That is the strategy. Controlled collapse. Gradual enough to avoid resistance. Visible enough to justify the outcome. I close my notebook and set it aside. They are measuring my limits. What they don’t understand yet—is that I am measuring theirs too.

someone called through the chaos from behind him as bodies moved to block the exit and windows. He paced the room, contemplating his next move when the woman with hazel eyes appeared in the doorway. “Milo,” she called softly, causing something to stir within him. He froze and met her eyes. “Remember what I told you? You’re safe now, and we’re here to help you recover,” she encouraged, slowly approaching him while the others stepped away. An ache in his mind encouraged him to believe her as he quickly recalled what happened in the prison. Narrowing his eyes at the people in lab coats, Milo submitted and laid himself down on the cold floor. As his body adjusted to his new position, he noticed

After a rather embarrassing checkout we head back to Annie’s house where she promptly gets on the intercom, “George! Bedroom! Five minutes!” She tosses me a wink and disappears, leaving me to take my new toys to the bedroom. I pull out the blue man book and toss the rest of the bags under the bed before sitting down and cracking it open. The first few chapters were a bit much and I almost stopped reading, but once I got to the horns as handlebars scene I was hooked. I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?”

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.