Novel & Cerita Tales From A Not-so-perfect Pet Sitter

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

"But you can't just make up crazy stories like this. Do you know the kind of women Matteo Falcone dates? Supermodels, socialites, heiresses." "Yeah, you're on financial aid. You can barely pay tuition," Jessica scoffed. "Why would he want you?" "Bianca's right. You're fantasizing," Sarah chimed in. I looked at them and said nothing. Explaining was weakness. I didn't need to. I grabbed my bag and walked toward the library doors. "Viviana!" Bianca called after me. "Don't be a fool! Is it that hard to face reality?" I pushed open the heavy glass doors.

Appearance was more than her qualifications if she wanted to land a job as a receptionist or personal assistant at one of the big firms in New York City. Emma decided to stop hoping for a better job and stuck with being a waitress at Carl's Cafe. Her hell on earth. Carl was the manager and owner of the cafe. A grown man, forty-five years old, who had experienced all the things he had chosen to chase in his pathetic life. He was a terrible boss and treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job, but he never hit on Emma. Although she was a female, she just wasn't his type and was too unattractive to eve

I'd wake up in a little while, just a little while, and Amber would be lying next to me and I'd share my nightmare and she'd laugh and console me and tell me everything was going to be alright. "Well, Mr. Breuster, I'll tell you the truth," Mr. Owen Arnold, attorney at law, greeted me with a smile. He was an older man with steel gray hair and piercing blue eyes. "I don't normally take many cases any more. I let the junior executives like my son handle most of them. When Rory said it was you, though ... well, I got a mite curious. To hear Rory tell it, you walk on water. I figured this might be interesting enough to hold my attention." "I'm sorry to disappoint you, sir," I replied evenly. I h

I took the beef and I placed one on the place, it was really hard to cut but I finally did. "She only has six month." Jayden replied. "What is your job exactly?" Penelope asked. I felt a little bit frightened, I looked at Jayden and I'm sure he was expecting an answer. If I tell him I'm a reporter he may not trust me. What the hell am I going to say.

*insert chilling background music* Day 8: We’ve been at the dorm for about a week. They still haven’t noticed anything. And that’s what Karen and I agreed on so she wouldn’t be kicked out. I promised to behave because I wanted to always be with her. Times are difficult and I don’t trust humans. I prefer to always be guarding her come what may. Day 12: Tata (not her real name) is really the thief among them. I caught her in the act of going back to their room when there was nobody else there and she started rummaging through their things.

I missed my wolf. I sighed and got up off the bed. I wasn’t going to sleep anymore, and I needed to get to work. I packed my leggings and trainers into my bag and let myself out of the room. I could hear a ruckus below me, so I looked over the railing and saw where the noise was coming from. Next door to Candlewood Suites was an all-night diner with a semi-full parking lot. Four people were climbing into an SUV and giving each other a hard time. I could hear one of them teasing a guy named Snap about his online girlfriend. He retorted that not everyone could be a womanizer like Bruce and the four howled with laughter. I smiled. I wondered if I had friends like that.

When will I see my daughter awake? She pulled a chair and we both sit next to Bree. “I had to sit here, next to her bed because she almost fell.” She shook her head. “How did you produce such a child that was exactly like you, Tara?” she chuckled. “Just like you, she was sleeping like a crashing helicopter.” She must be stressed, not finding me every time she wakes up. I laughed, but I was too hurt, I guess, that my tears fell as I show Stella the document in the brown envelope. I gave it to her and I could see her hands trembling as she took it from me.