The Cap On This App Novels & Stories

He was an epitome of art. Me: What type of game do you want to play. I asked in anticipation and realised that the coins for using the app were increasing, the longer you stay on the app, the more profit you make which in turn can be converted to money. C.rogue: For every picture I send, you have to send yours and compliment each other on how we look. I swallowed and began texting him back, saying it's a wrong idea but the next option made me slack. C.rogue: There will be a fine of 1500 dollars if you refuse to send the picture.

“Fine. I’ll slow down. While I was in uni, I dated this absolute dick of a man, Preston Blackwell. He made me believe that everything that I did was absolute rubbish and that I was wasting everyone’s time and resources by going to school. And years after I’d broken up with him, a part of me still believed that this was true. About a month earlier, I saw him at Tech Town trying to pass off my app as his. A theft like that would be hard to prove because it was just going to be my word against his. So, I had to meet up with one of my professors who remembered that I’d shown her the app while I was still working on it as a sophomore. She emailed Preston telling him that if he continued to pass m

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"Yes." Before she got into the car, Veronica gave one last look at the bizarre humans and sighed. The previous image was just her fucked up mind messing with her. It was all in her head. _ "After receiving positive updates and validation from the tests we carried out, I am proud to announce that the TMP App will be available in five… four…" The guests joined in the countdown. "... three… two… ONE!!!" The huge screen behind the mayor lit up. The app was just uploaded to all the app stores. Everyone broke into applause. The city hall was full of cheers and applause.

Caelan Hanson takes three bullets for his ice-cold, beautiful foster sister, Misty White, before her grandfather, Joel White, finally agrees to let him marry her. However, while Caelan lies unconscious from his injuries, Misty announces that the man she intends to marry is Ezra Caldwell, an impoverished student who's sponsored by the White family. This announcement sends shockwaves throughout the entire city. After all, everyone knows just how ruthless Caelan is, the wolf cub Misty had raised with her own hands. Ezra's merely an intern reporter at Portside Press Holdings. He's nowhere near worthy of being on this scion's radar. Hence, when Caelan shows up at Misty and Ezra's engagement

The two of us stood at the balcony of the HQ’s mansion, looking down into the garden with rose champagne in our hands. “Does any of this seem real to you?” I breathed. Hugo shook his head, smiling from ear to ear, “Not at all. Did you see our charts? Our profits are through the roof!” “I’m assuming your attempts to break into the middle class market went well?” “We’re trying for an app now,” he announced excitedly. “Just an idea, but it will get some traction once you attend the next meeting.” “It would definitely free up a lot of time, having an app,” I sighed. “I could use a few more vacations or so in a year.”

Someone's hand shot up. "Yes, Mr. Svetlana, what's your question?" Kearney moved a bit closer to Svetlana. "I have got a complaint to make," Svetlana said. "I can't accept switching my music app to the company's own because I'll lose all my songs. I have a collection of over two thousand songs on the app. I've been using it for a long time, and the app is completely trustworthy."

Have you lost your mind? "Lost my mind?" I chuckled and took a file from Karina. As I brushed my fingers over the cover, I calmly said, "I'm not insane. I'm just well aware that if the app stays in your hands, sooner or later, you'll use it to milk investors and bleed users dry… "Instead of turning it into your cheap scam tool that drags my professional reputation through the dirt, I'd rather watch it die a clean death." Stacie's breathing turned ragged. She clenched her hands so hard that her nails nearly dug into her palms.

That wouldn’t fly at all when her ma got home later. When Mr. Lapuz had dozed off in his chair and she got back to her room, Kate saw a notification on her phone screen ("My Dream Boyfriend successfully installed") and noticed a brand new icon on her second screen. {Oh right,} Kate thought. She clicked the app. The screen went dark as the app downloaded some more. There was just this cute heart in the middle which was throbbing rhythmically (and rather loudly). There was also a small meter to keep her updated on the progress. When it reached 50%, a question popped up on the screen: