The Set Up 2 Novels & Stories

She sets what I believe is a mirror on the table and I hear her shuffling, she must be setting get phone up. "Okay, at the count of three, one, two, three, open."

Howard sobbed and laughed, clutching the drawing as if he had found a priceless treasure. Suddenly, something shiny caught his attention. As he scrambled toward the bookshelf, he retrieved a USB drive from the bottom. There was a video of the love story I had shared with Howard since the beginning. The video started with our first meeting.

Now, I had barely seen a glimmer of hope, only for Lily's condition to become critical. I struggled to breathe, and maybe it was the alcohol, but my head spun for a moment. Then, the phone in my pocket jolted me awake. For the past two years, to fulfill my role of being a devoted doormat, I had set up a special ringtone just for Evie. I picked up instinctively. "Where are you?" Her voice on the other end was cold, tinged with questioning. I looked at the ceiling and replied calmly, "What's wrong?"

She attached the yellow gold chain to the sunflower pendant paired with its earring; marked Set ≠3 with a tick. The peacock set boxed; marked Set ≠4 with a tick. The two-tone chain attached to the half-moon pendant, paired it with its earrings; marked Set ≠5 with a tick. “Five down, 5 more to go.” Dana rubbed her hands as she walked back to her desk. Ben took pictures of all the sets and send them to Shadow “Register.” “Ben, what are you doing?” Dana looked curiously at Ben. “Registering” “Huh?”

“This document states in small print on page three that the agreement only takes effect if the legal representative of the company, Wendy Lane, maintains good personal credit and has no serious credit violations.” I turned to Wendy and smiled faintly. “Three days ago, you defaulted on the mortgage for that school district apartment. The bank placed you on the credit blacklist. That means this agreement is now void.” Wendy collapsed to the floor. Matthew screamed, “That’s impossible! The mortgage for that apartment was clearly—” “I applied for that loan under Wendy’s personal name.” I laughed. “Did you really think I would take out a loan under my own name to buy a house for you?”

I closed the fridge and got to work. I set the timer on the microwave and got out two glasses. I was trying to be fast but the socks I was putting on was threatening to smack my ass on the cold floor. I rushed to my living and fixed the little displacements. "Okay, okay..." my eyes roamed around, "everything looks fine." I assured myself.

Every romantic gesture Max had ever made now felt like a well-timed move in a chess game. Ryan walked into the room, holding two glasses of whiskey. He set one down on the coffee table and stood by the door, giving me the space I didn't know I needed. "Drink," he said. "You look like you're about to shatter." "I'm not going to shatter," I snapped, turning to face him. "I'm going to burn everything down. Just start talking."

Chapter 2: Tragedy “How about repaying the debt with your body?” asked Mr. Smith as he winked in an attempt to tease Hanna. But instead of being charmed, Hanna shuddered in horror at the old man’s behavior. Plak! Hanna slapped the old man with all the strength she had. The slap that Hanna gave Mr. Smith was so incredible that the old man was knocked off his feet. The corner of the man’s lip bled a little as it collided directly with Hanna’s fingernails, which happened to be uncut.

Two, unlike personalities, are destined to bump each other at the midnight crash of a certain delinquent gang after trashing the mansion of the local mayor. A delinquent who creates trouble the moment school is dismissed. Remi and Scarlet recruit different kinds of people and go on crashing places, pick up unnecessary fights, and just go disturbing people out of boredom. When the sun comes up, the gang leaves no traces behind and lives their separate lives. This was their daily routine, however, after that one night, Remi's world changed. The moment Remi met her, it was the start of breaking her shell. "Chloe..."

His black suit accentuated his flawless figure, and the gun in his hand was still smoking. "Touch her again, and your wedding will become your funeral."