The Good Book Novels & Stories

That ring was worth millions, a gift from my dad to celebrate my graduation with a master’s degree from MIT, so it meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long I searched, but behind me, Joel scoffed. "Typical of someone from a poor background, ready to fight to the death over a piece of glass." Without looking up, I shot back, “If you can mistake a diamond for glass, no wonder you fell for Esther.” "You–" Joel’s face turned red with rage. "Esther’s the daughter of this mall’s owner! Aren’t you afraid of getting fired for treating her like this? I’m only trying to help you!"

It was simply doing the work I had built it to do. Kael arrived with coffee while I was still standing there. He set both mugs on the work table and came up behind me, arms settling around my waist, chin resting against my hair. “Already?” he asked. “Already.” I leaned back into him. “It’s not dramatic growth. It’s steady. I think I prefer it that way.” “Steady lasts longer.” We carried the basket inside and made a late breakfast around the greens again—eggs, toast, the bright mineral taste of leaves that had never touched open frost.

Dominic scoffed coldly. "It's a waste to give Dexter the smartwatch. How could someone from the slums even know how to use it? What a terrible waste." He then came up to me and grabbed me by my collar in disgust. "That watch is too dangerous for you. You'd better not let it electrocute you to death. "Also, you reek like hell, just like the slums. You smell so poor that no amount of clothing you wear can ever cover up that foul odor. Go and give yourself a good scrubbing and don't come out until you're squeaky clean, you embarrassing piece of trash!"

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“Tell her we will help.” “Okay.” The Good Witch bent over and told her and she cried white tears. “She said she will wait here for us but we gotta hurry before the predators get to her.” The witch went into her cottage and grabbed a water sack. She filled it with the pond water and handed it to Isabella's father. Then they headed to the fire berry tree to see if they could pick up on the girls trail. Isabella found a wad of grey fur and the witch cast a spell called illuminate on the paw prints. They followed the trail past the fire hill of the fire fairies. That's when they heard the sound of the growling wolves. They had surrounded something. It was up in a tree. The Good Witch cast a fear

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The books on the shelf were neatly arranged but the frayed edges and the little tears on the bottom of most of the books gave out that they’d been read a couple times. Adrian didn't particularly strike me as someone who would love to read but I guess you can't always judge a person by their outward appearance. I traced my fingers along the spines, the titles ranging widely from classic literature, to mindset guides then to business strategy books. One title in particular caught my eye and I pulled it out : Good to Great by Jim Collins. I flipped through the pages not so sure of what I was looking for, because I wasn't interested in reading the book at the time, but it was an appropriate dist

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

"Please shred these for me. Thank you." … When Melanie finally found me, I was sitting in a glasshouse cafe on Fifth Avenue. I was having coffee with my fiancee, Angela Upton, the heiress of Upton Group. Sunlight filtered through the glass roof, glinting off the rim of Angela's coffee cup as her fingers traced it slowly. In the past three years, Angela had earned the moniker "mad dog" in Wesson Street for her aggressive and swift business acquisition tactics. But when she was in front of me, she was incredibly patient.