The 100 Books Novels & Stories

“Hold on, I need to find a suitable angle.” Peter chuckled. “Okay, since it will just take a few minutes.” A few minutes were nothing. Even if Thomas was given a few hours, he would not be able to complete the task. Look at how long a person needs to read a book that contains one million words? One hundred million words means one hundred books that contain one million words! We are talking about one hundred books! That was like finding a wrong word from one hundred books that contained one hundred million words in ten minutes.

One day, hunting for a file, I logged into my email. I froze. Over ten thousand unread messages lit up the screen. For a second, I thought I'd been hacked. Then I looked closer. Every single one was from Donna. [Hector, my company's bankrupt. I'm drowning in debt. Creditors call nonstop, asking where I am. I'm breaking down.] [Hector, where are you? I want to fly abroad and find you, but I don't even know what country you're in.] [Hector, I wait at Leandro Corp's entrance every day, hoping you'll show up. The guards look at me like I've lost it.]

The once-shy girl who used to hide behind me was dressed in professional attire. I looked at my former colleagues who had spent late nights working overtime with me. They had aged since the last time I saw them. Valeria pushed a chair toward me and handed me a cup of hot cocoa. “Let’s get to the slides.” Light from the projector beamed on the wall. I felt my breath catch as the title came into focus. [New Firm Proposal.]

Then I ordered fried chicken and a cold soda, ignoring everything the doctor told me. James walked over, snatched the food, and threw it away. "You know you had a bad stomach. Why are you still eating this stuff?" He pulled a small box from his bag and handed it to me. "Got you something. It took a lot of effort." Inside was a bracelet. Rare. Expensive. Probably worth over 10 million dollars. He was not lying. This kind of piece was difficult to get. He must have pulled every string he had. If he had given it to me before we got married, I would have jumped into his arms.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.

Only I could turn what was supposed to be a romantic, moving proposal into such a humiliating scene. And the worst part was that I'd already been through this 99 times. Isabelle and I had been together for seven years, from ages 23 to 30. I'd already proposed 99 times, and today was my hundredth. On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise.

Day Twelve. The Sterling estate library was a cavernous, two-story marvel of dark mahogany, winding spiral staircases, and thousands of leather-bound first editions. For three years, it had been Silas’s exclusive sanctuary. I had rarely crossed the threshold, knowing it was the one place he retreated to when he wanted absolute silence from the burden of his marriage. Tonight, the sanctuary was mine. It was 1:00 AM. I was seated at the massive, claw-footed desk in the center of the room, illuminated only by the warm, amber glow of a brass reading lamp and the harsh blue light of my laptop screen.

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It wasn't long before it collapsed into bankruptcy. On the day my child was born, Oskar Group and Simmons Group formally merged into a new corporate empire as the baby's cries filled the air. Austin handed over the position of president to me. Under Arthur's adoring gaze, I became the leader of both powerful families.

she said and caressed my face. That night, I ordered a customized notebook entitled '100 Steps to his Heart' and wrote all the things I have discovered about him on the internet. Of course, it wasn't enough and this was obviously not gonna be an easy journey. With the unexpected twist and turns of fate, I managed to be on the enemy's territory not knowing who the real enemy was. I realized it was too late to fight a losing game where a heart and a wrecked life was on the line. Unfortunately, I lost.