Titts Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, the scholarship sponsor withdrew, so it was canceled. Again, the opportunity came to Titus. In 2013, the Indonesian Ministry of Education and Culture opened scholarships for Masters in Special Education. Of the hundreds of applicants, the majority of whom were general participants, Titus was one of 27 accepted. In 2015, Titus graduated with a master's degree in Special Education at UNESA with cum laude!

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.

"Some days back, I came across some chatter on the dark web that mentioned a weapon called Item 13. That's how I knew all I knew." "And we're just supposed to take your word for it. Is that it, Mr. DiSanto?" she returned. "Actually, we can't take his word for anything, Miss Months," Dennis cut in as he dropped his tablet on the table in front of her. Apparently, while they were still talking, he had called on one of the men in the room to get his tablet from the office. "See, right there is the "chatter" Mr. DiSanto said he came across some days back," he showed her a string of messages. "He was the one doing the chattering."

“Kuronomiya.” A female colleague of mine named Futaba Megumi approached me at my desk. “Yes?” “Hamada-san is looking for you.” “Ah. Thank you for telling me. I’ll go now.” I said, saved the document that I was working on and got up from my chair. Hamada Tetsuo-san was my immediate supervisor. We had a very cordial superior-subordinate relationship and so, it wasn’t odd that he would ask for me often. Being a bit of a workaholic helps me get my work done, at least, and so I had earned my place.

I wonder why Trent doesn't lock it If he doesn't want people inside. I get inside the room and I'm startled. It's just an empty room. Okay, it has hundreds of medals hanging on the wall and golden trophies placed on the shelves but the remaining middle part of it is empty. I look at the trophies one by one. Most of them have Trent's name on them. I pull the hanging golden medals and I wonder how he was able to amass these many trophies and medals in just twenty years. As I walk looking at the trophies and medals, I notice a maroon burgundy curtain hanging between the middle space. I walk toward the curtain wanting to draw it and see what's on the other side but I hear a deep voice downstairs

“It supplies electricity not just to itself but to every building in this district. Cool, huh?” “Very cool,” she replies before it suddenly hit her. “Wait a second, how do you know so much about the building?” “Because that’s where we’re going,” he replies with a smile and finally accelerates- he slowed down before so that Mia can see and admire the structure. On getting to the building, Andrew leads Mia to the door after they parked the Ferrari in the parking lot. “Tell me about this company,” she says as they walk. “Well, this is Alphatech, the leading technological company in the world, although many people don’t know that or won’t admit it,” he says. “It’s involved in anything and everyt

A complex mix of fear, rage, and endless tenderness surged within him. Just then, Aria’s control panel beeped again. Not an alarm. But a… trade notification. “Jack…” Aria’s voice was sleepwalking, absurd, “You…you’d better look at this.” Jack, still holding Catherine, looked at the screen. It was an extremely unusual trade alert from the New York Stock Exchange. A stock, a junk stock long forgotten by the market, ticker symbol "TITN" (Titan Industries), a shell company stock that should have been buried along with David Sterling, suddenly saw a massive influx of billions of dollars in buy orders in the past minute.

“What the heck is this little thing?” “That is a GPS tracker. Gunnach Technologies makes them. They are top of the line, super-small, undetectable to all known bug sweepers, and can be tracked via a phone app. I always want you to have this on you, so I always know where you are. After what happened with Warthog, I’m not taking any chances. I know it’s kind of creepy, but I swear I’ll only track you in case of emergencies, all right?” “I trust you,” Cricket said.

“The sky just woke up.” Samuel looked at her. “Now what?” “Now,” she said, voice calm but electric, “we get into position and pray Tunde doesn’t try to improvise.” ……………. INT. CITADEL MINERAL OPERATIONS HQ – SURVEILLANCE BAY – NIGHT Rows of holographic monitors flicker in a cold, sterile room lit by harsh white LEDs. The Citadel emblem rotates slowly on the wall. The air buzzes with the hum of servers and data streams. A woman in a sleek dark uniform, OFFICER ADETAYO, leans over a projection table. Her eyes glow faintly with HUD overlays.

I followed him inside, and a few seconds later, Levi joined us. “What’s going on?” I asked Kiran, and he looked at Levi. I couldn’t decipher the look on his face but something told me I was about to find out. “His name’s Jeffrey White,” Levi said, and my eyes snapped up to him. Jeffrey White. I knew that name. Son of a bitch. No wonder he looked so familiar. “He was in our school. He’s four years older than us,” I said. “He owns some property in Sterling, Salamatof, and Nikiski,” Levi said.