The Chair Fic Phan Novels & Stories

I smiled and said that I drove that car into this premises. The chair lady is my wife and I drove her to her office. They looked at me with frown faces. The Chair lady is your wife. Are you insane? How can our chair lady be your wife? As a celestial martial level 5, I scanned them to realize that the one speaking was a conjurer at master level 3 and the remain four were ordinary people.

As we reached the opened door, the only opened door among all the other doors of this floor (or should I say of the only open door among all the doors found in this entire building), we quickly recognized three people inside. The first was Chuck. He was standing and leaning on one of the three chairs left standing while the rest of the chairs were knocked down on the floor. His arms were crossed across his broad chest, while his face was looking sour as if caused by the morbid smell of blood that almost polluted the entire classroom. The next person I saw was Philip. He was still holding a tight grip on his phone and not letting it go, while sitting over the top of the long rectangular table

“I’m taking that as a compliment but—” “I can help you.” “Excuse me?” Fiona was certain she wasn’t someone that needed help. “Clear out your name.” Fiona lifted an eyebrow. “My name…” “Fiona Chen, top one of China’s licensing examination. The young doctor at twenty-two, a doctor who lost her license because of a malpractice case that was filed by your own stepmother. I know about it. I can help you.”

"What kind of trash are you saying? He's my nephew! I raised him, that's all—we're just close, nothing more. You—" Same excuses, same script. But who kisses their "nephew" hard enough to draw blood? Who lies half-naked in bed, wrapped around him? Who clings to him all day like a lifeline? I had a hundred comebacks, but we'd been through it too many times. I was done. I hung up. Powered off my phone. Thought that was the end. Then the pilot shouted, "We've got a chopper on our tail!" The blades thundered louder.

The elevator doors opened on both sides, she blew her painful clamped hand inside, there was only one person in such a large elevator, Tieu Ky Fan. Lam Tu Han was taken aback, bowed his head politely and called out: "Chairman", then retreated to the corner of the elevator to stand. Tieu Ky Fan did not reply to her, after being silent for two seconds, he took a step forward, reached out his hand, and used his index finger to lift her chin, carefully assessing.

", Oak replied. " Oh..I am relieved. You know, I was thinking about that yesterday whole night.", Phet said and started having the noodles. "uhmm..it's tasty. Ahmm..P'Oak sitdown. Why are you standing ?", he said pointing at the chair. Oak dragged the chair a little towards the bed and sat down. He don't know why he did that. He should have actually went back to college. There are lots of works pending there.

From there, the wide stretch of cornfield could be seen, and two rocking chairs stood side by side. Once they were seated, Felicia spoke first. “What happened between you and Phillian, Calley?”

She felt as if her world had darkened once more. ‘Goodness! What’s going on with me? He is the superior chairman of Violet Vision. How can he really be interested in me? Furthermore, you’re a married woman, Faye. You have to act like a good wife!’ Faye shook her head strenuously in an attempt to shake the image of the chairman's silhouette out of her mind. However, she could not do it. After tonight’s incident, she found that she could not stop thinking about the chairman even more.

I sat in the chair sitting beside the bed. “Liam, is t-that you?” I sighed, running my fingers through his hair. “Yeah, it's me JJ. What happened to you?” John chuckled lightly, hissing in pain as he did. “It's a long story” I nodded. “I’ll be here for however long you need.” He looked at me with hooded eyes, taking shallow breaths.

Chamberlain rubbed the back of his neck and let out that nervous laugh. “Yes, Ma’am, you see the previous Chairman is on her way and—“ I pulled the Chairman’s chair and sat. Their eyes were almost falling out. “How dare you!” Mr. Ugly Suit barked. I fought the urge to laugh. “Oh shut up, you clown, this is no circus for you to perform.” I rolled my eyes. “Chamberlain, you dare bring in this slut and—“ “Shut it!” Chamberlain glared at him. His mouth fell open. A small smile began to spread on my lips as I admired my red nails.