The Chair Fic Phan Novels & Stories

By the time we step out into the side street, you wouldn’t be able to tell we’d ever been there. Chana hooks her bag onto her shoulder. "I haven’t done this for two weeks" "How do you feel?" "Like a freaking god. But tell Kir I want a real chair next time. I’m not going to have scoliosis by the time I’m forty because of shitty chairs." "I’ll tell Oba. He’s the king of procurement. I’ll even pay for it out of my own pocket." “Stop sucking up to me, I don’t like it.” I laugh at the scowl on her face.

When i got inside the house, it was breathtaking and everywhere was quiet, i was expecting to see two or three maids but i didn't see any of them "Why can't they attend to me?? I thought then my eyes caught something It was a picture of Chairman Felix wife I walked towards it and glanced at it then i recalled about the video saying her daughter name will be Anna Different thought flashed through my mind and i quickly ignore the thought. I was about to take a turn when i heard someone groaning in pain.. I paused for some seconds The person was in pain... I think... I wanted to call one of the guards but it might be too late so i quickly ran upstairs The sound was coming from that room i gues

she screamed at Philip. I giggled. Gione is the only one that can scream on Philip. She's a one loud kid. They fought about who will sit beside me and no one dared to retreat. "okay, okay, I'll move" I said and stood up. I moved and sat down on the chair infront of them. "are you happy now?" I asked. They're both not looking at each other. And then a moment later, we heard footsteps again coming from the kitchen. It's probably Tina.

The bigger the chair, the higher the status of the team member. Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. She saw five large chairs, each with a tag on the seat. The smallest chair belonged to a young man in his twenties, with a tag that read "Jeff". The fourth chair was occupied by a stunning girl with long blonde hair and beautiful eyes, her tag reading "Stephene". The third chair was taken by a gay man with a large stature, almost like a giant, his tag reading "Claus". The second chair was occupied by a girl with a big snake tattoo on her body, dyed pink hair, and green eyes. Isabella immediately recognized her as the girl who had interrupted her and Collins' intense mo

The sight of him like that, focused, serious, too young and too capable at the same time, hit me harder than it should have. “You’re early,” I said. He glanced up. “You’re late.” I checked the sun through the high windows. “It’s barely risen.” “Exactly,” he replied. “Late.” I raised a brow. “You’re enjoying this too much.” He grinned. “Someone has to.” Before I could respond, a chair scraped sharply across the floor. Fia. She stood at the far side of the table, arms crossed, posture straight, eyes scanning the room like she was assessing weak points instead of furniture.

My house and Chung Phong's house no longer have barriers, and the flower garden behind my house has been fresh and colorful, encroaching on the whole garden of Anh's house, as if they were one, they make friends and grow together over the years. My studies are not difficult anymore, I am in the process of making a report to submit so I don't need to go to school so I live in Da Lat with him. Every day during the pandemic, we meet online and work from home. I often sneak peeks when he works, it's really not like the usual relaxed look, Chan Phong has become mature, elegant, and has a great style, making me unable to control myself but being discovered and arrested by him. how many times

If he was blind before, now he could see. And he knew had fucked up. She made his father's dreams come true. "Did Candice attend the assembly alone in my absence?" he asked softly. "Yes sire, she did. She besieged me non-stop to release some gold, which she used for the purchase of some strange chairs from another realm, and took them along with her to the assembly," Earnest replied. A chair? The council gave their approval because if a chair?

The door opened and we could see that Leah was in a wheel chair looking horrible, which I am sure it was on purpose. Shawn was pushing her in with none other than Jasmine and Syncere. She was leaning into Syncere who looked uncomfortable. Me and Kiki looked at each other and our eyes said I told you they would make sure they looked like they had been shot ran over dump in a trashcan that somebody kicked down a hill. “Ok you guys can come and have a seat up front, move the chair so you can push Leah up to the table.” The president said pointing at the chairs across from us. I looked over at Kiki and saw that she was trying her hardest not to look over at Shawn who was staring a hole in her he

Phil quickly countered to the woman. "I'm sorry. I suddenly remembered Grandpa because that's his seat. And we all know that he doesn't want anyone else sitting in his seat," said Karen in a shy voice. She bowed slightly to hide her embarrassment in front of everyone. I can't help but wonder what kind of relationship she has with Phil because she calls the man's grandfather her grandpa. Is she a granddaughter of Don Fidel? I thought Don Fidel didn't have a granddaughter. "It's okay. I can move and sit in another chair," I said. I was about to stand up from my seat when Phil suddenly stopped me by my arm.

Add her baby-like Asian features—thanks to her dad being Chinese—and her guilt face was almost impossible to ignore. “Fine. Which folder?” “The navy blue one.” Shaking my head, I muttered, “No wonder you grabbed the wrong one. There are four navy blue folders, Kim Chan.” “Just open the first page!” she urged. Switching my phone to speaker, I put it down on the shelf. “‘Joint Project with Mr. Matthew Cumberbatch’?” I read aloud from the first folder. “Nope.” I grabbed the next one. “Name: Kimberly Zhao Chan. Place of—”