The Redo Novels & Stories

TRACY Red error codes cascaded down the black terminal screen in an endless, mocking waterfall. *Fatal Exception. Directory Corrupt.* Ice-cold air conditioning blasted from the penthouse vents, raising goosebumps along my bare arms, but a hot bead of sweat still trickled down my spine. The low, mechanical hum of the server racks behind my desk sounded exactly like a ticking clock. Two o'clock. The major investor review started in exactly four hours. Securing their millions in funding was my only objective today. It was the only way to push this diagnostic AI into clinical trials before my own biological clock permanently ran out.

was only replied he gave me. End of Flashback Five years back we performed all crucial death rituals as per Hindu (caste) tradition for our mother and… also… also for our father, on this particular day Mike and I….. Completed our revenge on our mother rapist and murdered because of which every year on this day we tend to open a new NGO with name ‘KARMA’ in India , New York and Russia which is specially working for helping to give a new and better living to all Men’s and Women’s who have gone through most horrible and disgusting thing like ‘Rape’ in their past, our NGO name ‘KARMA’ is derived from three super ladies from our life Journey ‘Kalyani And Ratna And Meenakshi’ who are our pride, co

Jade pressed her hand against my mouth, trying not to scream while hot tears pricked her eyes. His large hand reached up and plucked the scissors out, letting them dangle from his fingers. Blood began to pour from his neck, resembling a stream from a chocolate fondue fountain. "I hit an artery." Eduardo must have realized this, too, because he ceased moving towards her. The scissors fell to the floor, landing in the center of a puddle. He was losing blood so quickly that a pool had already formed at his feet. She just stared up at him in disbelief. None of this felt real. He reached his fingers up, pressing against the wound, and stared in horror at his blood-soaked hand before taking a gian

“You’re one extraordinary person, Aya. You’re scared of ghosts, but when you saw the snake, you did not even scream.” I took the bottle again and poured a little into our glasses, hoping it would warm our bodies. “You did miss me,” Red said, pulling the bench to the center and sitting down. “Miss you, when?” I asked, giving him the glass. Red sipped the liquor and placed the glass on the railing. “When I went on a business trip.” “I did not,” I lied. “You did!” He smirked, showing me the drawing pad. “You wrote it here.”

He immersed himself in the projects that Kath had started, finding notes and ideas that she planned to implement. In doing so, Harry felt a deeper connection with his beloved, almost as if she were guiding him in some way. Mike didn't visit Harry that afternoon, as he had planned, and let the boy suffer for a while longer, unaware that Kath and Darren were alive and well. When Windson returned to work and officially presented himself as the new majority shareholder of Red Rave, at a meeting called by his secretary Lily, with the entire board of directors present, he had to fight many feelings. Every room or corridor in the place made him feel an immense sadness, an insane longing, but that w

So, instead of being disappointed again, I just enjoyed my freedom and had fun in the city before finally deciding to go back to the Raevisia Apple Frost before dawn. =^._.^= ∫

waiting for his 'goodnight' but after hearing nothing but silence I got annoyed, and just as I was going to press on the red button he said. "Goodnight, Bella," he mumbled and I could sense he was tired but I cut the call anyway. And lay on the bed thinking about what might have tired him and then I shook his thoughts off my head and drifted to sleep. When I woke up and got ready for the office in the morning I opened my tablet to read the Article 'A news came out Morozov enterprises are facing some difficulty in handling, is Mr.Alexander Morozov aren't able to handle his own company.' there was many more articles what is happening with his company.

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

"Miss Aurora's design firm has opened. It's said to have the industry's highest level of investment. She personally designed her and Alexander's new estate in her favorite style." I turned off the TV and rolled my wheelchair to the window. I thought of that last scene before I blacked out. Aurora, lying nearby, pale as a sheet, still using her last breath to say, "Let me go." That was when I finally understood what real heartbreak felt like. Outside was nothing but ruins. The once-beautiful estate had been burned to ashes in that fire. Ring! The phone rang. "Mr. Damian Blackwood, your custom ring is ready. When will you be picking it up?"