Novel & Cerita The Big Year Book

Could she really turn him down? Zack pressed her against him and looked into her eyes. “Dave and Mia are going to be married soon. We have to give them a younger brother or sister," he said. But Dealan froze at the words. She held tightly onto Zack's sleeves, startling him. “Big Bunny, there is something you need to know,” she said. Zack pulled her into his arms. “Are you scared? You can tell me about anything,” he said. But he could feel that there was something big bothering her.

Luke's pov I’ve faced plenty of high-stakes situations in my life. Boardroom battles, complex negotiations, moments where millions of dollars rested on a single decision. But nothing, not even the pressure of running Maxwell Industries, and the Blue eagle companies compared to what I was facing now. Anne is pregnant.

He doesn’t like being questioned or challenged, especially not in his million dollar study, which spans the entire fourth floor of the house. “Would you like to check on her?” he seethes. Gladly. I finish my drink and exit the room, leaving the cackling beer-bellies in my wake. “Hey, babe,” Steph mumbles with a glass to her lips. I want to leave. Is there a way to discreetly get the fuck out of here? “Dinner’s ready,” Alysson calls. Fuck. It’s Thanksgiving. Everyone’s sitting around many circular tables, since dad thinks it’s necessary to invite all of corporate America to these events.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

“Only two more blocks.” “I know where Burger Queen is you goof.” Emma chuckled. They turned a corner and were in the Burger Queen parking lot. The parking spots nearest the dumpster housed two vehicles. The vehicle closest to the dumpster was a brand new, pearly white, full electric, full a.i. 2067 Mercedes G Wagon. Directly next to the G Wagon was a rusty red, dilapidated, slammed, 2022 Honda Civic.

A temporary fixture to cover up the mess left behind by Emily and the looming eyes of people, media and my workers. And yet, here I am, angry over a petal and feeling like I have just gutted something fragile between us. I poured a glass of scotch, even though it was barely noon, and walked into my study, my sanctuary, my space and now hers too, apparently. She rearranged the books three days ago, alphabetically. She probably thought she was helping, but it drove me insane. I have memorised every title by position, not order. I didn't say anything then, but it chipped at me. Just like the jacket on the couch, just like the mug on the counter, just like how her presence is chipping into every

Or fake dates rather. "It is a big event. Sorry, I think I purposely 'missed' telling you that. I know you wouldn't have agreed if I told you." She rolled her eyes. "You bet I won't. What is this anyway?" I tried to keep it simple and tell her it was just an annual meeting. Just like what they do in the Student Council and the Highbrow Association. The only difference is people here are already big names. Everybody who is somebody is here. "We're not included in the boring part though. We'll be at the fun part. You'll be watching me compete." I winked. A reflex I do when flirting.

“Mr. Reid, we were only able to double our sales because of your great leadership!” “Let’s try even harder next year and take our company to the next level!” Hank’s smile froze for a moment when he saw me entering his office. “You should all head home and rest. Let’s start again in the new year.” The crowd dispersed. Hank gestured for me to take a seat. Then, he lit a cigarette. “What’s up? You look so ghastly. Does someone owe you money?” I suppressed my anger. “Mr. Reid, don’t you feel like that segment during the annual dinner is a bit too much?”

Under the dark sky, a burst of colorful fireworks suddenly lit up, making even the dark rooms in the house bright. I looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight. It was a new year. Watching the fireworks, I felt happier than I ever had before. The fireworks kept going, lighting up the sky as if they were showing us the way for the year ahead. I smiled, went back to my room, and snuggled into my cozy bed.