The One Above Novels & Stories

My phone buzzes on the table. Unknown number. Again. Victor follows my gaze. “Focus.” Damon walks around the table like he belongs here. “You’re missing something,” he says. “I doubt that,” Victor replies. Damon’s mouth curves slightly. “There’s a clause.” Victor stills. I look up sharply. “What clause?” Damon slides a thin folder across the table toward me. Not to Victor. To me. My pulse spikes. “Section fourteen, subsection C,” Damon says calmly. “Change-of-control provision.”

Time to end this one way or another. ***

My mother speaks first, her authoritative voice somehow managing to remain gentle. “I have asked you here today to help us navigate this unprecedented situation,” she starts calmly, though I don’t miss the flash of concern in her expression. “Princess Maerilee has discovered that she has not one, but two potential Ones. This is unique, to say the least, and we are in need of your guidance.” The room falls silent, the council members exchanging looks of varying degrees of confusion and concern. Finally, one of them, a fae with a stern face and sharp eyes, clears his throat and speaks

I would survive this. "Hey, Lyra!" Lou yelled from the kitchen. "Turn the TV up, will you? The news is doing a segment on that new high-rise project downtown. The one that’s supposed to bring in the 'big spenders'." I walked over to the small television hung in the corner. I reached up and turned the dial, the static clearing to reveal a man standing in front of a wall of cameras. He was wearing a suit that probably cost more than my apartment building.

Martin told her Stephanie smiled beautifully and kissed him, “Thank you!” “Anything for you!” Martin said to her as she hugged him tightly They spent 2 hours visiting the three penthouse and Stephanie told Martin she liked the last one, the one near Golden Gate. It was a three story penthouse, has an elevator and huge outdoor area, swimming pool on the second floor and garden on the top. It is bigger than their current penthouse.

With an annoyed huff, she sent a text to John, not concerned about ruining her own surprise anymore. To John: John where are you? I'm waiting...... Idk what for but I'm waiting...... :) She hoped this was enough of a hint. It was now nine o'clock at night. Veronica hadn't eating anything as she was afraid they would be going out for a meal too. She didn't want to spoil her appetite for whatever John had planned but after reasoning that she didn't want her stomach to rumble during her speech, she ate a pack of biscuits she had hidden in her room.

Alice was stumped, "But the bath tin is just right there in your bathroom. " Margaret raised her brow, "Are you trying to disobey me? Do you know my position in this house? " Alice bit her lip. "Okay, wait a minute, I will be done very soon. " Margaret hiss, and watch as she leaves to prepare the bath. Alice came out after some minutes, she left the room angrily.

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We were having a gathering before graduation. My girlfriend and best friend were getting congratulated by the whole class. They had gained guaranteed spots into the campus' top course's postgraduate program. I was sitting in a corner, staring at the Hertford University offer that would ensure I went straight to my doctorate. I hesitated on making a decision for three days just for my girlfriend. Howard Herbson, my best friend, turned to me. He had a look of pity and condescension in his eyes as he said, "How about your job hunt? Don't worry. Not getting into the postgrad program isn't the end of the world. The lab's requirements are ridiculous. "It's going to be near impossible for you t

he smiled and looked at us "Our future generation, so you can help us survive." I tried to look around and saw that all of the students here are intently listening. I drew my eyes back to the front. Our instructor started his lesson by opening his holographic screen and showed us a place. Tall buildings are everywhere, there were bushes but no trees, waters and all of the structures are either silver or white. "This," he paused and pointed at the hologram, "is Society One." I felt my body tensed up and my attention went to the hologram, undivided.