Thirty-three Thousand Novels & Stories

Three lives. Three.

They looked warm and steady. "Don't be nervous," he said gently. "I won't let anything happen to you. Surgery always carries risks. But with me, the success rate is one hundred percent." Sylvia's breathing slowly eased.

Then the digits started dropping. One by one, at first. Then faster. 0549. 0548. 0547. 0546. 0545— My throat tightened. The numbers kept falling. 0520. 0500. 0460. 0400. 0380. 0360. 0345. 0336. And then it stopped. And the number 336 blinked on the screen in harsh white light. The Game Master clapped its hands together. “Well,” it chirped, its grin widening. “I hope that explained itself. We’re down to Three Hundred And Thirty-six Players!”

Can't we just cool off? [Selena, when will you let me back into your life? Take your time to chill, but come back to me. Let's give it another shot.] He had even wired 75,000 dollars to my account and attached a note. [Use it to unwind. I'll be here waiting.] I forced a smile. Henry still had no clue I was done for good, and there was no coming back to him. I was about to hit the emergency call when my grip went weak, my phone clattered to the floor.

So if keeping her name a secret will keep her ex away, so be it. “Favorite number?” I asked her. “That’s a good one actually, thirteen”, she answers. “You”? “Seven”, I reply. “Prime numbers”, she says quietly, and I look at her confused. “Numbers that can only be factored by one and themselves”. Figures she’s super intelligent, this fucking girl is an eighteen-year-old entrepreneur! “I want ice cream”, she randomly blurts out. I laugh as I grab my phone to check and see what’s still open, “Door Dash is still delivering. What kind of ice cream are you looking for”?

So I’ll just go with Ace. Grabbing my phone, I look at a picture of all three of them. I’m coming guys, coming to make everything right.

I giggle in return, “Ah bless, hon. Sounds like a nightmare. But Mr Right must be right around the corner. Just you wait…” “I seriously think I have already had my turn. I loved Jeremy so much and now no one seems to be able to match up. I end up comparing everyone to him, and it’s not like he was even a bloody saint! I am fed up with the sons of my parent’s friends, and yet anyone vaguely normal seems to be anything but. I think I am just destined to die alone surrounded by eighteen cats.” Michelle lets out a dramatic sigh, and I can’t help but laugh despite empathising with her situation. “Nah, at least twenty-two cats…but seriously, sweetie, it will work out. You will see. You just have t

His fingers twitched against my chest. “Three hundred,” I said, as clearly as I could through the tightness in my throat. It came out raspy, and he flinched. “Three hundred. To — lick your lip. Think of it as a kiss if it makes you feel better. And then I’ll walk away.”

"One thousand." OmO

she said, "Ms. Carver is requesting compensation totaling $230,000. Is that something you’re willing to accept?" "No," I said.