Tony Liebert Novels & Stories

I made sure that fucker got the lesson he deserved and boy! Did he not take it well when I made sure his company got shut down, don’t ask me how I did that but I know people who can, people who won’t hesitate to make my every wish come true. Anyway, once I left the publishing company, in a day or two, can’t remember which one, I joined a global marketing company, actually the number one global marketing company in town. Not to brag but I am the chief executive manager of this company. I got promoted a week after I joined the company. Money had never been a problem for me but love has always been.

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

Tony replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don’t give me that look, Tony.” Lily rolled her eyes as she whispered. She looked around, making sure that no one was watching before she continued. “You told the reporters that I am your girlfriend. You know that is not true. Why did you lie like that? We’re not dating.” She said with a frown, her lips pursing. A smirk appeared on Tony’s face and he took a step closer, leaning into her ear once again. “Not yet.” He said, his voice low. “Soon.”

She waved her hand for someone, and it was some suited up guy. "You plan her wedding and leave the rest to me, if you want. We have got a great plan, that would help you, and at the same time will satisfy all your wants." She said to me, before looking at the suited up guy, who sat on our table. He was good looking, and I surely would have banged him for a night, but who the hell was he? "Val, this is Arnold Jameson, the editor of the famous newspaper, Daily News. He is going to help us, in telling the truth about Drew and Aiden to the world. However, only if it is what you want." I looked at her wide-eyed.

"Maybe he's just too busy. I'm sorry, Rory. Let me call him for you." "Thanks, Jilian. I'll be waiting for your good news." After his promotion to manager, Harvey was assigned an assistant, Rory. The kid was quick-witted but hardly stepped in when it came to actual projects. When I dialed, the line rang and rang before cutting off. After I tried several times again, he finally picked up. The background was noisy, and his voice came through thick and nasal. "Stop blowing up my phone. Aren't you tired of this?"

His eyes grew wide in alarm, “Your meds.” I pressed my eyes closed, “I packed that already.” I sighed, pointing to my luggage. “Are you ready to go?” ------------------------------------- We were just sat down, a glass of champagne handed to Triston and a glass of orange juice to me. He was seated in front of me, already scrolling on his phone. Lord knows hes probably checking his work email, or stocks… That’s all this man was right? Just a business man with a soul that was probably just cigarettes and nightly stock reports.

he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory. "This is Grace, my friend and roommate and you better get that idea out from your head Humphrey" Tory quickly added knowing how Humphrey nomally behaves. "What idea are you talking about?" He asked as he let's out a crooked smile. "But for real you school here??" He asked. "Yes I do, I study biology education" Tory added as he helps her get on the fence to sit. "That's nice, I just also moved here not to long ago, at least we get to spend time together" he whispers into her ears, holding her hands.

In the end, he hung up. I stared blankly at the banners outside the bus window. How ironic. When James sponsored Tina, he never batted an eye when he paid for Tina. Every year, the Jennings family ranked first among the aid teams supporting the countryside. Yet now, when I wanted to spend my own money on my own medication, that was a waste in James's eyes.

“Seventeen years?” “Do they keep tabs on you?” she continued to press. Tony chuckled darkly. “Would you if it were you? After you tip all of their ‘business’ sites and dealings to the INTERPOL? I’m telling you, that’s what I did.” Then he paused. “I do not like drugs. Nor weapons,” Tony said truthfully. “Then you are perfect for the role,” she said, putting down the book on the table with a quiet thud. “Pffttt… In case you forgot sweetie, forced vacation means—terminated,” Tony mocked.