Unfinished Business Novel Novels & Stories

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

Our absence was noticed, but not questioned too deeply. Avoidance was an art, and I had mastered it long ago. The construction company had begun its work on the outskirts of the land. Stone by stone, foundation by foundation, my plans were taking form. Today, Ser Lewis and I have hired more artisans and placed additional orders. We were incognito to avoid being seen. We were in the marketplace when I walked straight into irritation incarnate. “New novel out!” “New novel of Aries and Luca out! A new version with illustrations!”

That is why I always write at night because I have a different job in the morning. In the morning, I work for a start-up called "Noah". They produce a bracelet for pets that sets GPS to detect their locations. I am dating the CEO of this company. We have decided to get married next month. So, it is hard for me to resign because of writing my novel and leaving him alone to expand his business. I still want to be beside him to protect his dream.

Full financial recovery proceedings will commence within 48 hours. "The media is not looking nice sir." the CFO read. "We've not just lost their investment, we have to pay it back." Julian didn't care. To him, Ethan was slow and a spineless billionaire. He was already five steps ahead of Ethan. He laughed within, but he wasn't expecting what was next. Phase Two — The Bensons Finish It If Reed’s move was a knife— Benson’s was the twist. The second notice came before the Sanderson team could even stabilize, and Bill Benson didn’t bother softening it.

He gave me the manuscript on a Saturday in August, printed and bound in the plain way he did things, and said: read it before you tell me anything. I read it over two days. I had expected a book about business. The architecture of Cross Luxury Group, the acquisitions and the decisions and the strategic vision, the story of a man who had built something significant from the starting point of a father who had lost everything. That book was present in the manuscript. The business history was there, accurate and specific and told without the self-congratulation that business memoirs often fell into, which I had read enough of over the years to recognise as an occupational hazard of the form.

Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left. The man's fists rained down on Zack's body, yet he didn't struggle or fight back—merely laying on the ground, unmoving. I paced back and forth, overwhelmed with worry. Eventually, the man got tired and stopped beating Zack up. Meanwhile, Zack remained motionless and bloodied on the ground. The drug dealer spat angrily. "What a useless man! You're a lot weaker than your sister! She refused to reveal your house address even when I chopped all her fingers off! So much for being siblings, huh?"

¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ Judah's POV "I swear I'm never doing business with these buffoons anymore because what the hell is writing in this report?!" I spat out. As I flipped through the file, my vision kept getting blurry, I couldn't understand what the hell was written in the file. Was I even making any profit from the business or was someone stealing from me? There were a lot of lapses in payment that to the normal eye seemed like miscellaneous but I was too old and engrained in the business to fall for that shit. I cracked my knuckles, it seemed like someone was going to pay hell for this error.

Once I look presentable, I approach the closest table to take their order. This is my life now—waiting tables. I was lucky to get this job. Uncle Jack had to beg his manager to hire me. It’s been two weeks since I was fired from the Crawford Wine Company. I’ve been avoiding Carson phone calls ever since. I don’t want to come between him and his grandson. They have a good relationship, and I can’t bear to be the person who ruins it. So I made a choice and decided I should stop being friends with Carson.

"Are you thinking about your new novel? Haven't you got any idea about that yet? Mi-hi shook her head sadly. The publishing company she was working with, had given her a couple of months to finish a novel with an unique romantic condensation "What about you try a story about..... Mafia?" Dea suggested her obscurely and instantly kicked her in mind about telling her about that. What would she tell if Mi-hi wanted to know more Mi-hi looked at Dea with big, astonished eyes and suddenly slapped her on her shoulder gratefully.

Jeisin called, "My child, how are you?" Mandrel asked with his eyes on the papers, "What are you up to Uncle?" She asked as she entered the room. "It's my newly published articles", "Wow!" Exclaimed Jeisin as she took one file that's beside him and sat down to had a good looked at the manuscripts. "It's amazing uncle", "Yes. I thought after l retired, l don't need to continue living jobless", "Good thinking Uncle. Are you planning to open a company",