The Great American Novels & Stories

he said . "Ok tomorrow it is ." Jack has been driving for hours and have been asking him questions since.Am a little bit scared what if he is taking me back . "Are we getting closer."I asked looking out the window trying to observe the area. "We are almost there so stop been scared."he said with his eyes still focused on the road. We finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse .through the corners of my eyes I saw the pass word he typed in and the door opened. Am really an observant person, during the drive here i already planned my escape route how many guards are at the door and at the main entrance and lastly that movement of the security cameras. Pretty smart, I know.

How could he possibly, compared to this obedient and sensible little fellow? The little boy, turned to look, at the pyramid-like skyscraper. He coriously asked, tang weiwei. " Aunt, who does this building belong to? A reverent expression immediately appeared on tang weiwei face. " That's the building of the richest person in our city." "What does the richest person look like? He asked with an inquistive look on his face.

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the grand hall. I stopped in front of James, lips curved slightly as I raised my glass toward him. “Don Hill, long time no see.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly across the entire banquet hall. “Gerald Family from North Atlantis has come to visit.” “P-Pia?” James’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He reached out a hand toward me, as if trying to touch me and make sure I was real. However, Kane stepped forward, smoothly positioning himself between us, blocking James’s hand.

Cassi added motioning to Jason and I and I smiled doing as told. "What did he want?" I asked pulling out of the parking spot referring to the coach. "They need new equipment," Cassi replied "They treat us like we're cash cows," Jason mumbled "But you are cash cows," Trinity reasoned making us laugh. "Well take care of it when we get to the mall today," I told him driving out of the parking lot. . . . . . . . .

The morning following the night before! The hangover is making my life a living hell, and I feel I need to be hooked up to an IV drip indefinitely. I had heard about this hangover club in the United States, where you could make a call, and a nurse would come to treat your hangover. I even googled it; however, I could not discover anything nearby that provided this service. After that, the flashes begin. The first one that comes to mind is when I saw someone dancing in the middle of the street to a busker; I thought he was quite excellent.

"Huh? Who dropped that? Anna wondered. The two goddesses quickly left the place where the big truck would fall. Bweeegshhh !! The big truck smashed on the road causing thick dust and smoke. Anna and Devora covered their eyes using their arm, and waited for the surroundings to become clear again. When the thick dust cleared, they saw the figure of nine men, standing on top of the wrecked 18 -wheeler truck. The man who had previously had a bad plan with the Goddesses, trembled even more when he saw who the nine men were, "The ... the eight Grandboss, and the Supreme Grandboss!" Earlier, the top leaders on Velmont island were at a meeting when they heard the crash of an 18 wheeler truck on top

“Only two more blocks.” “I know where Burger Queen is you goof.” Emma chuckled. They turned a corner and were in the Burger Queen parking lot. The parking spots nearest the dumpster housed two vehicles. The vehicle closest to the dumpster was a brand new, pearly white, full electric, full a.i. 2067 Mercedes G Wagon. Directly next to the G Wagon was a rusty red, dilapidated, slammed, 2022 Honda Civic.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

“It was never served. I did love macaroni and cheese, though. And pickles.” I giggled. “Then we are going to go pop your grilled cheese cherry,” I told him. “And they have a great mac and cheese if you hate the sandwich.” “Do you like this place?” he asked, looking down at me with those blue eyes. Today they were the color of the sky just before nightfall. Dark and blue and beautiful. “I do,” I told him. My favorite is called ‘The Young American.’ It’s cheese, tomato, and bacon on sourdough bread. Sometimes I have them add avocado and roasted red peppers, too. It’s delicious.”

Gasps could be heard for a second time, this time louder. The great Mr Fisher whose name alone is more popular than ten celebrities fame put together, who has nothing known about him except for his last name, whose company is the largest in the whole of America, is about to address them, no one could hold their excitement right now. They'll imagined being one of the few people who will get to see this great man first hand and up close even