The Minimum Method Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

--- Aria Turns Sharply “This is the cost of your control.” --- Their Eyes Lock Two completely different beliefs. --- Two Different Worlds --- The System Interrupts “OPTIMIZATION REQUIRED.” --- Aria Looks Back “What does that mean?” --- The Answer Comes Immediately “VARIABLE REDUCTION.” --- Cassian Freezes “…That doesn’t sound good.” --- Aria’s Voice Lowers “It’s trying to simplify the system.” --- He Looks at Her “How?” --- Her Answer Is Quiet “By removing what it can’t control.”

He stretched out his hand, ready to receive the next clue. " There's a catch Mr Allard." Lily said and he slowly retracted his hand, frowning. "You have to figure out the clue in 25 seconds. No extra time." His brows reclined, fighting to touch his hairline, and widened his eyes in the process. 25 seconds. That was all he had. He felt a rush of adrenaline at the challenge, and he let out a laugh, a corner of his lips tugging up in a smirk. "Fine by me, Mrs Allard." Lily's eyes widened at the unexpected way he called her, and she couldn't help the heat that crawled up her neck and face as she passed the piece of paper to him.

That old man said from another couch. The speaker: 500, 000. A red-haired woman; 700, 000. The speaker: 700, 000 going. The old man: 2 million. Everyone gasped. The speaker: 2 million, any other bidder? Hall silent. The speaker: 2 million it is then. (A loud applause went over the hall.) "That's great," Madeline said. She doesn't stop talking until I release a bullet on her fucking skull. The speaker: The second Jewelry.

The sound of my name caressed my ears. There was something so intimate hanging in the space between us. I was dazzled by it. By the proximity to him and the hand on my skin and the way his eyes were roaming my face. His gaze moved to my mouth. He pressed a thumb to my bottom lip and pulled it down the slightest bit. And then he did the best possible thing. The absolute best thing he could ever do. He drew my face to his and kissed me. Just a light brushing of his lips to mine. A little test.

Inside sits Cassian and Leo at the front. He doesn't look at me as I enter. I take out my drenched fleece slumping on the seat. “Are they gone?” He asks. I nod, checking my phone for an update. “We need to do it now,” he says. “What changed?” “Things are getting intense, better now than ever.” The conversation dies and we make it to the mansion. I leave to set up in the basement welcoming the distraction. The saline solution glints under the dim light, the liquid inside deceptively harmless. My hands hover over the syringe, steady but cold. I've studied this, read every material I could find, asked all the questions, and practiced and I think I'm ready.