The Prestige Novels & Stories

"Oh, and work-wise? Super diligent. Never shirks responsibility, always grabs extra tasks. One salary, but he works like two or three people. A hardworking mule like that—where else would you find one?" Laughter rippled through the room. "Alicia, you praise Benjamin so much, then who are you going to marry?" "Yeah, we're all shipping you and Chuck! You can't just break the ship!" Alicia smiled. "Marriage is marriage, love is love. Honestly, if we talk about marriage, Benjamin's actually more suitable—he can manage formal events, cook at home, works hard, and puts his back into it." At that moment, I pushed the door open. The once lively room froze instantly.

The data chip remained hidden, a precious treasure close to her skin. Finally, the night of the third moon arrived. The city, bathed in its cool, ethereal glow, seemed to hold its breath. Anya navigated the twisting streets of District 17, her heart pounding against her ribs. She reached Midnight Alley, a notorious den of thieves and scavengers. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale food and something vaguely chemical.

I was shocked. “What’s going on?” I whispered to him. He signaled for me to hold on a bit as he began to speak. “The owner of prestige chocolates had decided to make their presence known tonight” he said, his words were followed by a loud cheering from the crowd. All the while I stood at a corner on the stage, taking more time to calm myself down while the investors were invited in. “This last person is the brain behind prestige chocolates in Vagas,” the anchor said. I stopped paying attention to his words, my mind focused on my microphone and I tried to set it well.

I had no idea where he was taking me, but as he was the master of surprises, I could only guess. We arrived at our destination, and my jaw dropped open. We were at Prestige Realty, a luxurious and costly new resort that wasn't even open to the public here. “Nathan! This place is so cool,” I exclaimed excitedly as we walked in. “How did you do it?” I asked, wondering how Nathan had gotten access. He chuckled. “I know the CEO.” “Wow.” “Yeah. We've had some business deals. Nothing much, but enough to buy me some privilege. Privilege like this one,” he said, smiling at me.

He clasped his hands behind his back, looking triumphant, and looked down at Braxton on the ground. Braxton gritted his teeth as he looked angrily at Preston. "What is it?" "Money isn't something that you can take with you when you die. Why did you place so much importance on it? Look at the Ballards. Are they wealthy?" Preston shook his head and said, "No, the Ballards are not wealthy. Even this estate and every single blade of grass and tree in this place have not changed for hundreds of years. "However, think about how many rich and prestigious families in the world bow in submission at our feet?

Officially. I has remained anonymous with Lucas as my partner, and the mystery of who I actually was brought a lot of attention to the company. The company’s brand name was simply ‘Prestige’ meant to serve quality designs to celebrities, the elite and so many more tailored to majorly the female audience with production in shoes, bags and dresses. I had always had a thing for creating designs and making magic happen through my imagination and creativity.

After grabbing her chic purse, she stepped out of her sanctuary, ready to face the world with renewed energy and purpose. When Dynasty drives up she sees two workmen, securing the glass sparkling sign on the front of her building. That read; “Flawless” * recognition * superiority * illustriousness* distinction* prestige * renown *A sphere or professionalism. We make all your dreams a reality.* Now that the gala is over, it is time for the building to look like a prestigious office building. Especially once the sign was in place, it was time to get back to work.

His grandfather stood up, towering over Preston despite his age, and said, “You brought a stranger into this house, handed her the keys to our reputation, and assumed a few designer handbags would keep her mouth shut. Did you truly think a woman with nothing to lose would be dazzled by a title she knows is a lie? How could you treat a marriage like a common errand, Preston?" Preston didn't look up, his fingers digging into his scalp, and replied, “I am sorry, Grandpa. I truly believed that the prestige of being Mrs James and the luxury that comes with it would be enough for her. I never expected her to have a spine, let alone a lawyer like Sean Emerson on spe

I’d never had any plans to actually fall for his lame advances, but here I was, a block from the Preston Estates building, to finally say yes, I would choke up my pride and [love to] go out with you. Preston Estates loomed above the other condos around it, newer and grander, like some kind of modern, pompous highbrow. If I were in any other frame of mind, I would’ve snorted over the white-stoned opulence with gold-framed windows and doors, and I would’ve muttered compensating much? As it were, a little jump of anxiety leapt in my stomach. Nerves, I realized. I was freaking, fracking nervous. About talking to that ass. Yep. This was definitely a new level of low for me.

"There, there. Forget about it. It's not worth getting upset over a scumbag like him. By the way, I recently made a new friend. His father owns Prestige Group. We're having dinner tonight. Why don't you join us? It'll help you take your mind off things." Christine's first instinct was to decline the invitation, but when she heard the name Prestige Group, her brows raised. "His family owns Prestige Group?" "That's right. It's Sheldon Hoover," Lacey confirmed with a nod. That certainly piqued Christine's interest. Prestige Group was a well-established company in Cloudcove and had a great deal of influence in the city. Benedict Hoover, the chairman, was said to be a mysterious man whom even the