The Collectors Novels & Stories

I prepared and left for work. Work went smoothly except the fact my team is to stay behind until we had a better strategy for the company’s new product, lots of presentations and meetings, but they all happened fast. I noticed a colleague, Stephen staring at me. I honestly feel like I am overthinking it. He is actually the hottest male colleague in our team, and our Assistant Team Leader. After our last meeting, I went to get coffee, and a stunning male figure came in, shutting the door and the blinds. I turned to look at him, it was Stephen our Ass. Team leader.

and leave empty-handed. That solution seemed better than sitting at home and telling them the truth about my current financial situation. My plan was coming along just perfectly… until I saw it. A delicate gold bracelet, from the Hanz Collection, the latest design from Car***r Simple. Elegant. Perfect. The price tag stared back at me: $70,000. My stomach twisted. Where the hell was I supposed to get that kind of money? If Natalie would just pick up her damn phone, I wouldn't have to worry about price.

“It was just a loan. I was going to pay it back before they got home.” “A loan?” Ethan pushed off the desk and stalked toward me, closing the distance until I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. He towered over my five-foot-four frame, his presence suffocating in the best and worst ways. “You’ve been nothing but trouble since the day our parents got married. Parties that trashed the house, boys sneaking in, failing classes, and now stealing from your own family. I’ve covered for you too many times. Not anymore.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. When he opened it, my eyes widened. Inside was a sleek stainless steel collar, thin but strong, with a smal

Her mind was burning with questions and anger and she would not rest until Aremin gave her answers. A group of men were whispering at the other end of the room. “The collector will show up tonight aye?” One of them asked, so hairy she could barely see his face through it. “I have it on very good authority that he will. Relax, there’s hours yet.” A second man said, his eyes so tiny it looked like he was peering into your soul. “What use have you with the collector?” The third man asked, as bald as the first was hairy. “I thought you didn’t believe in superstitions.”

A month after my godfather passed away, we gathered around to read the content of the will. "I, Morrice Calisto with a sound mind, leave Mikael Malkiel to execute my will in the following order. 1. Wade Malkiel will be the President and Owner with a majority shareholding of all the Calisto Art Collection LD shares. 2. Auden Malkiel is appointed the Vice President with twenty-five percent shares of the Calisto Art Collection LTD. 3. The three villas in Milan go to Mikael Malkiel with fifteen percent shares of the Calisto Art Collection LTD.

To be continued. Seems Jeremy is letting the cat out of the bag a little

History suddenly felt much larger than the books he had spent his life studying. Every civilization. Every forgotten kingdom. Every unexplained disappearance. Could they all be connected? Another tremor rolled through the chamber. This time several candles went out completely. The shadows lengthened across the library. Evelyn glanced toward the entrance. "We should leave." Elias slowly shook his head. "If you leave now..." "...they'll find you before sunset." Adrian turned. "Who are 'they'?" The old Archivist looked directly into his eyes. "The Collectors." Silence settled across the room.

Marcus followed moments later, pulling out and painting my ass and back with his release. They both helped clean me up with surprising gentleness, their hands stroking my body as I tried to catch my breath. But as I lay there between them, still trembling, a new wave of tension entered the room. The door handle rattled. My eyes widened in panic. A familiar, smooth voice spoke from the other side of the door. “Starting without me again, gentlemen? That’s not very fair.” Professor Julian Cross. The third man who had been haunting my fantasies stepped into the office after Marcus unlocked the door. His golden hair and sharp blue eyes scanned the scene — me half-naked and marked by the other two

"Show me where the contract changed." The grin on Marcus's face disappeared. "What?" "The payment schedule." Adam tapped the table. "You said things changed." "I did." "Show me." Marcus remained silent. Adam nodded. "Thought so." The large collector finally spoke. "Listen here—" “Quiet.” The collector blinked. "What?" Adam finally looked at him. "You don't look smart enough to be part of this conversation." The tired collector immediately started coughing to hide his laughter. The large man's face darkened.

“I need to talk to your boss.” The man laughed and looked like he was about to pull the trigger. But then someone else stopped him. Another man stepped forward. He was shorter and covered in tattoos. Lance recognized him. He was the one who always came around collecting money. “Where is my sister?” Lance asked angrily. The man crossed his arms. “Where’s my money?” “I paid you this month, you had no right to take my sister she's a child” The man laughed. “And you think that’s enough?” he said. “You’ve owed us for years. You haven’t even paid half.”