The Risk Mind F Series Novels & Stories

she continued, “but because investments are long-term, five to ten years minimum. If they’re aiming for passive income with security, your model works. The higher share looks risky now, but it guarantees triple returns in the future.” The room fell silent. Every eye was on her. “Investing will always be a risk,” she added, “but if you’ve read the risk management plan Mr. Ford included, you’d understand what I mean.” Now my smile widened. That’s the part most investors miss, the risk management. She caught it. She understood. Just like before. Sharp. Brilliant. She hadn’t lost her edge. The men began rereading the proposal, this time with genuine interest. Audrey tilted her head, tucked her h

So what exactly was he after? I straightened my posture slightly, keeping my voice calm even though I could feel the weight of all the eyes in the room on me. “I understand your concern, Mr. Brown,” I said, steady but not cold. “And I know how high the odds are. But what’s business, really, without risk?” He raised an eyebrow at that, a faint smile tugging at his lips as if my answer amused him. I continued before he could interrupt, “Every successful venture started as someone’s risk. Even my family built FYS from the ground up with nothing but risk, and I intend to do the same, only smarter, this time.”

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

Heavily breathing, he stroked his chest, supporting himself to breathe regularly. He widened his gaze, seeing no other road he could run on; he cursed on himself and went straight on rushing without sufficient knowledge of what place he was treading. An inkling of extreme nervousness could be heard from his moan every time he trips because of running barefoot. He couldn’t see the road much as well. Following what his eyes could reach should be a good idea. There seemed to be no certainty with each vulnerable step. Though trembling, the desire to survive intensified which could be seen from his almond eyes; the determination of finding a safe place to hide.

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.

The AI’s voice—Julian’s voice—responded to a question about risk management. “Risk is not about loss—it’s about the leverage of uncertainty.” Mirra frowned. “That’s not quite right,” she muttered. Crane stood behind her. “Close enough,” he said. “No,” she replied. “Julian wouldn’t say that.” “You sure?” She nodded. “He doesn’t speak in abstractions when it matters. Not with her.” Crane turned toward the screen. “Then we teach it.” He walked away. And Mirra was left with a creeping unease she couldn’t explain.

"Get on your grip everyone!" Caspian shouted as he tried to lift everyone's energy. Early in the morning, he called all the mafias to the headquarters for some training sessions. They need the safety of their city, Ciudad Reál, especially now that the Castillo Clan's biggest rival are starting to make a move. "Darius! Hold the Gold Revolver tight! You're not holding a fucking Gold Retriever," Caspian said. "Casper, you mother fucker. What are you doing?" He continued scolding everyone that is not doing their tasks right.

On the contrary, all I see before me is HOPE! Frustrated I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. As soon as my hand touched my phone I saw Cara scrunch her face. I watched the tape pull taught around her mouth, as it appeared that she was trying to open her mouth. At first I told myself that it was simply reflexes. The doctors had assured us before that there was no conscious thought behind her minimal movements. Instead everything was simply the mindless works of a damaged brain. My poor child had hit her head so hard and then had further damage caused by her best friend hitting her in the crash. Thank God her friend shielded her from the worste of the explosion. I shuddered at the t

She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

He says to him. The guy drives off, slowly this time. I once again, look and cross the road for a second time. I see James, still trailing behind me. "Are you following me?" I ask him. "Just making sure you get across the road and back safely." He says, closing the gap that was between us. "I can handle it from here. The near death experience was enough for me for today." I tell him as I head to the kiosk. "I'd rather not risk it. Besides, I'm doing this for me. Not for you." He says, as he stands next to me in line.