Swing Time Novels & Stories

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

Lucy read the highlighted sections: "The key to a successful acquisition is timing. Strike when the target is vulnerable but before they can mount an effective defense. Use leverage points. Family. Health. Financial pressure. Make them want to sell before they realize they're losing." "Brad's telling us their strategy," William said slowly. "They've been weakening us for a year. Every attack, every threat, it's been about making us vulnerable." "So when they finally make their offer, we're desperate enough to accept." Lucy felt sick. "The pregnancy isn't a complication for them. It's the final pressure point." William's phone rang. Rachel Stone. "We found something. The shell company in Swit

As far as I was aware, there would never be a point where I would be allowed past that door. “What happened to keeping a low profile?” Time shrugs, before he stretches. “I’ve had the night to regain a lot of my power back from dragging us around throughout time, so now, I figured I would put a glamour upon myself, and take you out to brunch.” I can’t help but eye him suspiciously. Brunch? It seems so civilised, I almost want to giggle. Having something as simple as brunch with a powerful immortal over a million years before my birthdate, seems like such an odd concept. Yet as I look at Time, he seems unfazed by his own idea. I suppose in the long life he’s lived, he’s come across stranger in

"A small fry like me? How would I ever get an audience with him?" "We're all on the same side, Ms. Swanson. No need to play coy. Who doesn't know about your past with Mr. Freeman?" "You said it yourself—'past.' If there were any feelings left, how would things have ended up like this?" Her words left Clayton momentarily speechless. After a brief silence, he hesitated before suggesting, "If you trust me, Ms. Swanson, why don't I help arrange a meeting for you? Consider it repayment for the favor you did me last time."

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

Farrah instinctively activated her ability, creating a green sphere surrounding the car, but like knife to a mud, the monster's nails easily penetrated the sphere. Twilight attacked with her ability, followed by Gracea's ice daggers. Fireballs emerged from Ken's hands one after another, while two stone giants emerged from the land, controlled no one but Jerald. 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨! 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨!

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

I couldn't help but laugh and replied in Floran, "Sure. I'll let you join the petal patrol." Our colleague looked at both of us with embarrassment, while Timothy and I shared a knowing smile. - On our wedding day, I walked down the aisle in a white wedding gown. Timothy was holding my hand as we slowly stepped into the church. "Mr. Timothy Sunderland, do you vow to love, respect, and cherish Miss Cindy Murray, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Timothy smiled just like he had the very first time I met him. "I do."

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"