Unsent Novels & Stories

He furiously put his phone back im his pocket. "Mhorein, West." "Shit, Really?" He nodded. "Uhm. Leonard May, Jack Heller, Ireland Houston, Katie Max." He read the email. "Five years old." "Again? All of them?" "Mhor, I swear to God if this isnt some kind of pattern, I'll loose it." I stared at nothing and tried to think. Whoever they are, They're moving quick. I tried one of the simplest codes. Numbers to Alphabet. "What are the ages again?" I asked.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

He waited impatiently for the call to connect, his thoughts focused on the next steps to take in this battle for the bungalow. After a few moments, Victor's voice came through the telecom. "Yes, Mr. Sinclair?" Mace didn't waste any time getting to the point. "Victor, I need you to send a notice to the occupant of the property adjacent to Sinclair Heights. Inform her that she has three days to vacate the premises." Victor nodded, though Mace couldn't see the gesture through the telecom. "Understood, sir. I'll draft the notice right away and make sure it's delivered promptly."

Please tell me that you aren't playing a cruel joke on me. Ruby: Yep. Mom and Sil told us today. I'm excited but Cassy is nervous. Scarlett: YAY! Tell Cassy not to worry. I'll make sure that everyone is nice to her. Ruby: That's what I told her! I also told her that Sam and Wolf would love her. I can't wait to see everyone. Of course, I'm still pissed that they ghosted me. Scarlett: Remember what I told you, the boys aren't the same as when you left

"I've got your birthday surprise all set. After this mess settles, let's start trying for a pup, yeah?" I didn't say a word. Just stared out the window, watching the city lights smear past like a bad memory. We pulled up to the beach just as Sam's phone lit up. He answered, voice all soft and glowing with quiet happiness. But a few seconds later, his brows pinched, and his tone slipped into something unsure. I barely glanced at him. My heart had been numb for a while now. "If you need to go, just go," I said. He wavered. "Any, I—"

Goddess, my body definitely has a mind of its own now, and I think I need to be thoroughly fucked to calm it down. My mind is still riling, when my phone's message tone buzzes. A message from Gaston read; "IF YOU'RE BACK HOME, KINDLY REACH OUT TO CLIFTON IN HIS OFFICE. TELL HIM TO REPLY TO MY MAIL AT ONCE. TREAT THIS MESSAGE AS URGENT!' Damn it, I'll have to face Clifton Howling today, And the Goddess knows there's nothing I would not do to avoid that.

How would she tell him after that date they will have to go through some important files together and she won't be going back home? Yoori grabbed her phone and dialed Jas's number to call. The phone bleeped on the end as a robotic voice announced that the user was busy. Sighing, she stuffed it in her pocket and exited towards the garage. "I'll send him a voice message later." She made a mental note, igniting her car. "I nearly thought Miss Yoori had changed her mind." A cheerful voice, which reminded her of the deal she had made with her boyfriend, welcomed her.

She was sick of being worried about her family. "WE NEED TO TALK! Raymond is a hunter!" she texted him. But the message went unanswered. Ten minutes later, she texted again, "Raymond Gunther! It's Raymond Gunther!!! The guy I worked with!!! This is HUGE!!!" This time, she was hopeful when seeing Jeremy typing. But he didn't send anything in the end. "Ugh!!" Celeste rolled her eyes and threw herself into the bed.

The last message is timestamped months ago. *I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean anything. But I am.* I scroll up with trembling fingers. *Please talk to me* *Della, I never meant for this to happen* *It just—it happened and I'm so sorry* *I know you saw us. I know you hate me. You have every right to.* Higher still, until I find a message from me that I have no memory of sending. *Don't ever contact me again. You and Marcus deserve each other.*

It was a message notification and Lucien picked up the phone. His expression remained calm at first. Then his eyes darkened. Evans immediately noticed. "What is it?" he asked in concern. Lucien did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the screen. The message contained only one sentence. 'Let's meet at Cubano Suite by 1 p.m. today.' Lucien's jaw tightened. Evans slowly stood up and took the phone from him. He read the message. "Who sent it?" he asked, not understanding what the message was about. But Lucien's expression told him it was something serious.