The Right Move Novels & Stories

I pleaded once more. "Just unfreeze the cards so I can settle the bills." "Your excuses are pathetic." Huxley snorted and hung up just like that. I trembled with rage and tried calling again, only to discover I'd been blocked. Just then, I received a message from Jennifer through WhatsApp. It was a short video. The video depicted Jennifer and Huxley passionately kissing in the office as if no one else existed. "Stop calling. Interrupting someone while they're blowing off steam is a crime worthy of death."

Alexander's voice breaks through the weighted silence with the enthusiasm only a young child can muster, "now you dance!" I begin to move, starting with the most basic of steps that anyone could follow—a simple side step where my right foot moves to the right while she mirrors me, her left foot moving to the left in perfect synchronization. Then comes the close step, my left foot sliding to meet my right while her right foot meets her left.

She pretended to give it to me willingly, but as soon as it touched my hand, she let go on purpose. The bracelet dropped and shattered on the ground. I was furious and raised my hand to slap her, but before I could, Aaron shoved me hard. “Don’t you dare hurt Rachel again! “You look like a lunatic right now!” I stumbled backward from the force of his push and fell to the ground. Rachel clung to Aaron. A triumphant smile appeared on her face. Aaron instinctively reached out to help me up, but Rachel quickly grabbed his hand. “Aaron, I think I twisted my ankle.”

I connected my netflix to the TV to watch my favorite movie of all times, 13 going 30. Before I can finish the movie, I fell asleep on the sofa. That's my habit, I can sleep anywhere in any situation. I got up because someone rang on my door. I got up immediately and walked towards the door. I opened it and found a cake from my publisher company. I picked it up and brought it in.

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

~Not loosing our spirit Make it move, left and right No matter who you are Make it move, left and right Two bare feet are our gasoline, yeah, yeah Let's go, are you ready? Yeah, yeah Okay, let's go!~ - (BTS) Run BTS ----- ------ ------- ------- ------- ----- --- Draco had been stuck in a trance, completely unaware of his surroundings only to be pulled back in to reality when the sound of the prison bars rattled and in stormed a furious looking Stefanos.

"Hi mom." "Who have you brought, Mic?" "My lover. The woman I used to tell you about, Avelyn Right. " Avelyn quickly put on her black shoes and limped a little towards the door. "Wait a minute!" Before opening the door for Elvis, Avelyn exhaled softly and began to control the howl of her breathing that was a little fast because she was nervous. And after feeling better, Avelyn immediately opened the white door in front of her while showing a cheerful face that was actually only made up by Avelyn.

“Permission to stay on my land is as far as my hospitality goes. My warriors will visit every day to ensure you keep to the laws and rules.” “You are making a big mistake, boy,” Aron growled. “You have no idea what’s coming, the hell that will rain down on you. You are on the wrong side-” I didn’t give him a chance to finish whatever it is he wanted to say. I was by his side with my hand around his throat in less than the blink of the eye. “Shift,” I said softly. “Go ahead. Shift and try to kill me.”

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions I take a deep breath and channel my pup's teacher's voice. “I will pair you up with as many people as it takes to get you to fall in line. Just do the move right and you are free to go. It’s a simple release move. Do it and be done.” My hands are out in a ‘Whacha gonna do’ gesture.

"The one with the... with the pretty boys. You know…the dancing pretty boys." "Fuck." I heard movement on his end, the jangle of keys. "Stay where you are. Don't move. Don't drink anything else. Do you understand me? I'm coming to get you."