Too Good To Be True Book Novels & Stories

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

She merely set the container down and opened it, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "You woke up just in time, Tristan. I just made this, so please have some." I took small sips of the chicken noodle soup, feeling the chill leave my body. I said, seemingly offhandedly, "It seems like the Jensens went down quicker than I anticipated. Willa is certainly ruthless, but the Jensens were well-established. "They shouldn't have been so easily overwhelmed by Willa's methods. There must have been another party involved here." In that instant, the spoon struck the side of the bowl, producing a sharp clink. I continued, "I can count on one hand the number of people who would call 200 million dolla

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

Truth's house and went there, he only met a security guard at the gate who only asked him a few questions, and he was allowed inside. George lied that his kid and wife were at the party. He went inside the compound but was surprised to see no guards. Well, it was a children's party and so much security wasn't needed. His plan was to kidnap the kids, ask for ransom, and then kill Gary, he would release Khloé and use the huge sum of money to have plastic surgery done. He had his plan mapped out, and the situation was in his favor. George went inside, and the lights were off, they got turned on and there was no kid's party, only the cops were in the room.

So never expect things to happen because the best things in life are the ones you didn't expect the most. Who knows, you might accidentally swap phones with a celebrity and you'll just get lucky? ~ FIN.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

The leader spat, his eyes glinting with malice. The number and his words hung in the air like a death sentence, suffocating the tiny room with its weight. My mother’s eyes widened, hope shattering in them like glass. That amount was impossible; it was more than she could ever earn in a lifetime. The room fell silent except for my mother’s choked sobs. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating on the truth of our fate. A million dollars. The realisation that there was no way out sank into my bones like ice.

"Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!" I trembled as I cried under the blankets, and Kevin continued to hold me. He cradled me gently, feeling as if we were back in the boat harvesting water lilies. The sky was clear, the water calm, and the water lilies in full bloom—those were the best days. That feeling of happiness now felt as if it was just yesterday. It was only after losing my health that I realized how precious life was. Craig must have heard the commotion inside the room, yet he did not disturb us. He only sneaked in to leave a package.

“He cooked the books.” “You don’t know that yet.” “I do.” “You can’t run a company on instinct alone.” “I don’t. I run it on precision. Not manipulation.” A pause. “Make sure you have evidence to avoid lawsuits.” He hung up. No goodbye. Typical. I pushed Tanya’s file aside and looked at the reports on my desk, the sticky note she left grouping the pages, her handwriting glaring at me. Her tired eyes flashed in my mind. She looked like she hadn’t slept.