The 100 Arc Novels & Stories

I slammed the door behind me, and through it, I heard Donna trying to soothe Alec. "You can probably tell—he's got a crush on me. He just couldn't handle me giving you something. I've spoiled him too much. I'll fire him tomorrow, promise." Fuming, I headed back to the office. Then my phone buzzed. Donna. "Hector, you're so petty. It was just a WATCH. Did you really have to upset my client over that? Do you even KNOW he works at Leandro Corp? "You're just some broke, low-class rich guy. The people there are elite.

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

"Evelyn, if there’s a chance..." "Arthur, please," Evelyn interrupted gently, her voice cracking slightly. She looked at Julian, her old friend, who knew exactly how much pain she had already endured in secret. "What are the realistic odds, Julian? Don't give me the brochure version." Julian sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. He looked remarkably human in that moment, the sterile doctor persona fading away. "Ten percent, Evelyn. Maybe fifteen if your heart stays strong through the first cycle. It won't cure you. But it could buy you an extra year. Maybe two."

Arc Arc raised an eyebrow, skeptical about his supposed transformation, but he couldn't ignore the look of wonder in Penelope's eyes. Her gaze sparkled with excitement, and her smile was infectious. Penelope checked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen before she looked up at Arc. "Sarah's already here. Let's go," she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. They stepped outside into the bright sunlight, and Arc's eyes landed on Sarah's beaten, red car parked by the curb. The vibrant color seemed to match Sarah's lively personality, and Arc couldn't help but smile.

Shon grabs a sword nearby and points it up. "What? Seriously?" I can just give the damn title! What's wrong with these people? _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER TEN~

• Happy Ending ===== ARC STATUS ===== Arc 1 - Aris the Soother [In Progress - Almost finished] Astar Levi, the cold and asocial heir of a city-state, comes over to the neighboring city of Concordia to get to know his in-laws before his wedding. However, due to an emergency at work, Levi's fiancée makes her little brother, Cordia Aris, take him around town in her stead.

"But the lunch hour is over. I have a meeting with my architect for the new office." I slid out of the booth, leaving him sitting there, his chest heaving, his pupils blown wide, and the space beside him empty. "Good afternoon, Silas," I said, smoothing my dress down. "Ninety-one days left." I walked out of Le Sommet without looking back, leaving the billionaire CEO trapped in the center of a crowded room, realizing that even when he was touching me, I had never been further from his reach.

The whole mafia world knows that Laura was the mistress of Luke Morris' father. "Sir Theo said we can settle everything if you agree to meet with the Lord of the Phoenixes." I gritted my teeth. "We lost six men and he wants to settle everything? No!" "Sir Theo insisted, sir. We have to secure the Sanford HQ since we're protecting Miss Blue and Lady Sunny."

“Technically, I can, Kent. I am your grad instructor. For every time you fail to show up in my discussion session, I deduct five points from your attendance score. Your grades will be doomed if you missed the class for more than 8 times. Simple rule, easy math.” “That’s not fair! I have a medical condition, I have, emmm, AGHD.” “You mean ADHD? No, you don’t. Before disease-guilt me, you should at least try to get your excuse straight.” “Yeah, ADHD, whatever. Listen, Miss Irwin, you don’t get it: I MUST have an impeccable GPA. My life is perfect, always have been and always will be. The Hurons won’t tolerate any imperfectness in their lives!”

Child trafficking—fact. I crouched in front of her. "You were switched when you were little. I'm your mom. Your name isn't Emma Miller. It's Leah Madison. Come home with me, okay? Everyone's waiting." Leah glanced at Wade, hesitant. Wade smirked and spat. "You leave, I'll break your legs!" An officer grabbed his arm. "Behave." "Mom, take me with you." Her face stayed calm—no panic. Wade's expression flickered. He lunged at her, but the police pinned him down.