Uplifting Series Novels & Stories

Adrian lifts me in the air, my legs instinctively wrapping around his bare waist, the sweat on his skin slick against my legs. My shorts rise up, bunching tightly against the ache between my legs. His touch makes my body feel so alive. His large hands are carrying me, gripping my butt until my back hits the side of his truck, the warm metal frame pressing against me, making my back arch into Adrian’s chest. A carnal moan leaves his chest. His mouth is devouring mine, making me whimper. His tongue slips in, caressing against mine, then fervently massaging and tangling in a delicious battle of wills.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

But character matters just as much. "Does this company really want to keep someone with such rotten character on the payroll? Don't you care about your reputation?" The bullhorn was so loud that everyone in the office went to the windows to see what was going on. I became famous immediately for being an ungrateful son. Not that it mattered. Being called "filial" or "unfilial" never meant much to me anyway. Jason was furious on my behalf. "What a bunch of psychos. After everything they've done to you, they have the nerve to show up here and trash your name?"

I also don’t want to give the impression to my co-workers that I managed to climb to my position because I used that kind of way. I took a deep breath and stretched my arms. Then, I took my phone and called my assistant. “Len, please gather all the records of our transaction with Andrius Port,” I said when he answered my call. “I will need it for the proposal that I am going to prepare.” “From the beginning of our partnership with Andrius Port?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “It is better for us to show that we have a good relationship with them to make them see that we are a good-paying tenant.”

The entire Wright family instantly mobilized their connections and top martial artists. Within the hour, over a dozen of Blumedale's top doctors had gathered at the Wright estate, working frantically to detoxify Winston's body. The moment Winston was cured, Kevin was going to unleash an even deadlier force—martial artists ten times more terrifying than Jason. Their target? Jayrodale. That tiny city was about to learn what true despair looked like.

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Lindsay was back at her desk with more reports of weirdness to read. Viktor had worked the night shift with Max and had barely spoken to her when she arrived at the office. Lindsay had the feeling that someone had spoken to him about the day before. She looked at the reports Max and Viktor had written for the calls they had during the night. She picked up the first one to read it and began to laugh. The first one was not even a call they had received. They had been returning to the department when a massive creature walking upright ran in front of the patrol car. They had seen one of what she and Wren referred to as her large friends.

Running through her house to get to the other houses, I notice the windows are open more than the doors; as I run to the roof of this house, the guys run, to where I don't care or know; I growl and take her broom, tugging it, and move her with me so my back is to the stairs; when she goes to take her sandals off, I take off to the roof; that Sandel hit my upper tail, dang dang dang dang The whole roof is covered in lines of clothing, so I rush to the closest edge to figure out how to go from this one to the next when I see some little bridges connecting one home to the next, along with a plastic chair and a bucket, humans are wired animals. My eyes widened as I realized I was on the verge of

"We are rising. And nothing will break us." As the night deepened, I finally allowed myself to relax, to rest and to plan. The Blakes could scheme. Nathaniel could fume. Mrs. Blake could imagine a thousand ways to claw back control. But I would not flinch. I had faced them before, and I would face them again. Not with fear, not with apology and certainly not with shame. I am Isla Hart. Sophie’s mother. A woman who had clawed back her life from the edges of despair. And I would continue to rise.