The Never Tilting World Novels & Stories

The paper itself looked expensive. Ava carefully opened it. The moment she read the words, her eyes widened. Annual CEO Dinner Gala She blinked, Surely she was misunderstanding something. “What is this?” Rachel smiled. “This is your invitation.” “My invitation?” “Yes.” Ava looked confused. “Why would I be invited?” Rachel stared at her. Because she was Dominic Hale’s wife. But apparently Ava still hadn’t fully accepted that fact. “Mrs. Hale,” Rachel said patiently, “you’re attending with your husband.” The room became quiet.

"If your father's transfer was clean—" "It was clean." She paused. "But clean doesn't matter if the process is loud enough. Roland doesn't need to win the claim. He needs to create enough noise to destabilise the Northaven deal before it finalises. Shake the partners. Spook the investors." She leaned back. "He needs me distracted and on the defensive for approximately six weeks." "And then?" "And then he makes an offer to acquire the thing he just destabilised at a fraction of its value." She said it without emotion. "It's elegant, actually. If you don't know it's happening to you."

"Grant opened them. He signed for the package and assumed they were for him, so he just..." My tone was even. "He opened them. He got them dirty. And you brought them back for me to give to my parents?" Her patience vanished. "They were already open! What do you want me to do? The tags are cut off. I can't return them. "These were sized for your parents. They wouldn't fit anyone else. "If you don't want to give them to your parents, just throw them away!" Would not fit anyone else. I did not need to ask who "anyone else" meant.

The rational Side Of Me wanted to ignore it and go back inside but the organ on the left side of my body wanted nothing more than to go to him. And guess who won. I slowly and cautiously open the door making sure I make as little noise as possible. I didn't want to lose him and that would make him disappear again. I sure as heck didn't want that. With quiet steps, I moved out of the threshold and closed the door behind me. Turning around I faced him and looked straight into his eyes. The moment he sensed me he stood up on all his four with his ear standing. He looked at me with those forest green eyes that appear to be dark right now.

My world tilted at his words This really can't be happening

To a human? My entire world tilts.

Strong arms pull me up, and the drops of rain over my body cease. I force my eyes open, and from the uncertainty of everything, I can make out Alexander's face. I see his lips move, but I cannot hear what he says. Slowly the crashing sounds fade out, and the loud pattering of the rain returns. Tears are rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, and I'm shaking from the cold. Air starts to fill my lungs, and when it finally feels like I'm not drowning, my arms wrap tightly around Alex. Holding onto his shirt like it was my last source of life.

In order to keep the world running as it should, no one could know how it all worked. There were plenty of rumors, but no one ever bothered to find out. It didn’t matter what the Ten were… they made life good. There was never a reason to question or worry. Until one curious, stupid little boy changed everything. One child was the downfall of our world. So much was lost, perhaps forever. The Ten are scattered. Dead, sick, captive… no one knows for certain. No one… except myself, and the desperate handful of people taken into the Ten’s confidence, working to save the world.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

My heart melts when I see him cry because I know he's hurting too. "I'm sorry my love." He whispers against my lips before kissing them. I don't fight him, I instead put my legs around his hips and melt into the warmth of his soft lips. Everything we've ever done has always been in private. He comes to my house or I go to his. We never walk in public and we've certainly never kissed in public. So for the first time ever, we don't care that someone might be looking at us or taking pictures. In that moment, nothing matters but the two of us. It's like the world and its many complications don't exist. That's what kissing him always feels like.