Novel & Cerita Tales From A Not-so-fabulous Life

He tapped the other book. "Look at this deal from last winter. Leased three Rossi dock warehouses to the Valentino smugglers. Dirt cheap. Cash straight to him. When the old crew pushed back, he threatened their families." A beat. "My granddaughter. Sofia. His guys 'invited' her for tea last week." His voice shook. That's when I clocked the flour on his cuff—fresh. He must've come straight from his bakery. After retiring, Salvatore opened that little shop to pass time, trying to stay away from trouble. But Giacomo wouldn't leave him alone.

And so began the romantic comedy story Ryan had created, rated PG and full of humor. The readers of "Living With the Five Billionaires" are unaware that the story is based on real life, except for those who know Ryan and the five leading men in the story. They also don't know that some of the scenarios in the story may be a bit exaggerated. For example, in Episode 15, Edward (Vincent) and Jules (Ryan) encounter Erban (Terban), blocking their path with a tense expression on his wrinkled face. "Where are you going? Why are you so dressed up?" Erban asked.

CHAPTER 25 - TALL TALES Chris Duvier tried to duck away from one of the most famous gossip mongers in New York, but the old socialite is much alert than he is. She had seen him enter the Hilton Hotel lobby before he could see her, who was conveniently positioning herself at the hotel entrance. With a much confident gait, she approached him, together with her group of cronies, looking like a sweeping hawk sensing new tidbits. He's been trying to avoid the tabloid for the past week, toning down the secret meeting with Lea into just a necessity. The news has been mercilessly pounding him. Some of his business partners and friends have already voiced their concerns about his married life.

Even if he'll stare at me with scrutiny. Tales leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his voice steady but tinged with bitterness as he began. “My life before this... it wasn’t much. My mother was a drunk. A gambling addict. She cared more about the bottle and her debts than she ever did about me.” Raja stayed silent, his gaze never leaving Tales. “My dad?” Tales scoffed, shaking his head. “He left when I was a kid. One day he was there, the next he wasn’t. I barely remember his face. All I know is he never came back.”

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

For once in her life, she had someone who chose her every single day. But instead of feeling happy, I just felt… displaced. Like I was watching someone else’s fairytale while my own life was quietly falling apart in the background. I had just graduated, I had no proper job, I was drowning in student debt, and every day felt like I was failing at being a functional adult. Sitting here in this stupid fancy dress, watching my mom get her second chance at happiness, just made everything feel ten times worse . I took another sip of water. I wasn’t drinking tonight. The last thing I needed was to get drunk and do something stupid like hook up with one of Richard’s family members. That would be a w

Friday began as a normal day, Tess Fairmont woke up, made breakfast, coffee, and feed the cats. Just a regular day like any other of Tessa Fairmont’s slow paced days. But that was a day that became a day that changed her whole life’s trajectory in an instance. It was November, Tess had just gotten done with her shift. Alex and Tess had been having more fights frequently. Tess got home and noticed empty beer bottles strewn about the room.

I said. My face was pale as death, and a nagging ache twisted in my stomach. It was an old pain that had been with me ever since I spent those three years in that cellar. Every day, I ate stale bread and lumpy mashed potatoes that had been sitting out forever. The bread was so thick and dry that it was almost impossible to swallow. Panic flashed across Henry's face. It was something I hadn't seen in ages. "Sabrina, I swear I didn't know! Do you think I'm lying?" he asked.