The Right Move Novels & Stories

My girlfriend had spent three years chasing the one who got away. The night before our wedding, the two of them trashed her bride's dress together. I wanted to call it off. She just laughed it off. "I only wanted to make sure I wouldn't regret my youth. From now on I'm all yours, so can't you be a little generous about it?" So I turned around and prepared a grand gift for them instead, wishing them a lifetime of happiness. Later, she came back crying, begging me to forgive her. I held up my hand and let my wedding ring catch the light. "Sorry. I'm married."

The baby stirred slightly, letting out a small sound, and she adjusted her hold without breaking eye contact with me. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. The last thing I needed was a scene that could spiral into something worse. “I came here to tell you,” she said, her voice smoothing out again, controlled, calculated. “I’m moving in with you.” “No,” I said immediately. Her brows lifted, surprised. “What?” “That’s not happening,” I said. “I already told you, I’ll arrange a place nearby. Somewhere comfortable, close enough for the baby’s appointments.”

Shooting out a right cross, he dodged out of the way in the nick of time. "Back to one. Why not?" "Because you weren't doing anything." "Are you sure?" I held still again. I ran through a variety of moves in my head. Almost like throwing a dice into the air. When it finally landed, I followed through with the motion that landed face up. Another right cross. He snapped his left forearm up and snapped his right fist towards my face. I slapped it away, turning with the motion. "Back to one." He tipped his head back to the sky and screamed.

“What could possibly be wrong with me? Let Helen dream for a couple more days. Once she sets foot in the Gregory family’s mansion tomorrow, she’ll have plenty to cry about.” Yet, for some reason, when his eyes fell again on the dress Rachel was wearing, it suddenly looked out of place. His voice softened, his expression dark and unreadable. “Rachel, don’t wear this dress anymore. I’ll buy you a new one.” … I didn’t want to see that shameless couple for another second. But the thought of my carefully designed dress being desecrated still left me feeling wronged. On the way home, Connor kept calling, which only made me more annoyed. I turned off my phone. Even though my mind told me I had let

"Casper, help me!" Casper moved forward, but Kyler's Warriors immediately closed ranks, forming a solid wall around him. The pressure in the air dropped sharply. Silver-gray fur spread quickly along his neck, his claws extended, glinting coldly, and his amber eyes glowed with red fury. He had truly lost his temper and shifted! "Who dares touch her?" Casper growled. His Warriors poured out of the manor, facing off against Kyler's. Both sides were on edge, every muscle coiled, ready to strike. It would take only a small trigger to start a battle.

He then breathed into my ear, "I doubt it. Let me listen to your heart…" As he moved on top of me in an instant, I was positively euphoric inside. Well, I think I won the jackpot with this one!

In the center of the glittering hall, I was wearing a perfectly tailored custom suit, surrounded by the country's top medical experts. Among them was Dr. Mercer, the same woman they had cursed as superstitious and chased out of the homecoming banquet earlier that day. At that moment, Dr. Mercer looked like an eager student, asking me for advice with excitement all over her face. "Dr. Whitmore, I've spent three days studying the nine-turn cardiac stabilization technique you mentioned, but I still can't get one point's positioning right. Would you be willing to guide me?" I smiled faintly and was about to speak when Mrs. Whitmore's shrill voice came from the doorway.

If you and your partner are equally interested in each other, you get out together as a couple, dance together and the best couple would win a prize. "I hope you will find love, everyone. Love is good when it is with the right person." Melissa left the stage after that and the people started meeting each other. A younger-looking man approached Paula, a faint smile on his lips. "Hi," he said, stretching his hands forward. "I'm Ricky by name, nice to meet you." Seething with awkwardness, Paula fixed her gaze on the man. "Nice to meet you." The man began talking about himself before Paula had a chance to finish introducing herself. It was quite funny cause Paula just stood there, listening with

It is not known whether Ar was freed or not, and the girl was afraid to waste her only chance. Squinting at her feet, she was typing an SMS, you need to tell where they are: "Help 320." Send! Heck! The finger slipped, and instead of the desired audience number, it turned out to be another one - she made a mistake in the last digit. It's not scary, she reassured herself. Mitya only needs to know the floor, he will definitely find them, hear them.

He couldn't understand why the car wasn't moving despite the green light. As the green light turned yellow, Brad suddenly floored the gas pedal and accelerated away. Stanley reacted too late. The light had turned red, and cars from the side began crossing, blocking his path. With a smirk, Brad stuck his hand out of the window and gave Stanley a middle finger, relishing his victory.