Vacant By Choice Novels & Stories

’ Stallion says. ‘Me too.’ I guaranteed. I can’t deny the attraction I’m feeling towards her. Now that I know that she’s mate-less already. I can have a chance which Angel suggested on me. I still have a choice and a life to cherish. Did you bring her to me Moon Goddess to start another disaster or are you being nice and giving me a new life?

Rachel had made her decision based on the properties she wanted and had decided not to choose the large house and was now living in the penthouse dad had before he had bought the house. She even found herself a hobby and a job in one. She started helping out at the little orphanage across the road from the penthouse. They have always been short-staffed and nobody really gives a damn about them anymore. The two left their properties as is and have kept the rental contract and people who were very afraid they would have to move intact. When they started getting letters and emails from the tenants concerned that they would need to move, they decided to go and personally talk to them and assure

He smiled at her and continued to drive. 30 minutes passed, and Beau pulled up to the front entrance of Vizio. They saw a long line of people waiting to get in and a valet standing at the valet podium. Beau looked at Marigold and said, "Ready to go in?" She nodded her head, 'Yes,' thinking, 'As much as I hate a crowd of people, today isn't about me… It's about treating Beau… I have to keep it together, no matter how nervous I am.' He looked at her face, seeing her nervousness hidden behind her soft smile, thought, 'Come on Beau… She's nervous… She hates large crowds of people… Say something to her…' looked out his window, and said, "It's a good thing we don't have to wait in line." She tilte

It was heartbreaking. “Is it really alright?” Winston suddenly asked as he rowed. Sweat beaded across his forehead, but his grip on the oar was steady. Rowan lifted his head from where he had just ended a call. His phone rested on his knee, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes,” he muttered. “I already informed my Delta. We have an unoccupied pack house meant for those who don’t have their own home. There are a lot of vacant beds still because we’ve been using an individual housing strategy these past years.”

The one I’m looking for. “You know who picked it up,” I ask almost eager. Shaina? Chloe? Can’t be Chloe. She definitely would’ve said something. He smirks, shuffling some papers in front of him around. He checks the screen with the list of names of people waiting to be seen and calls up the next person. The obvious freshman moves eagerly to the counter, looking at me like I’m in her personal space then back at the guy who’s still smaller than her small stature. “I need to meet with housing. I can’t take it anymore at Reid. They party a lot,” she demands.

"Now, I'd like to invite the parent of the lowest-scoring student in the class to come up and share her experience." The classroom fell completely silent during the parent-teacher meeting. Then, mocking laughter broke out from every corner. My daughter's name was circled at the very bottom of the class rankings on the blackboard. Her single-digit score was written beside it in bright red chalk. The 50 parents sitting below stared at me with cruel smiles. The homeroom teacher tapped the podium and sneered impatiently. "Mrs. Montgomery, don't waste everyone's time. Come up here and say a few words." I picked up my handbag and calmly walked to the front of the classroom. They had no idea that i

The touch was casual, but it burned like a brand. “This can go one of two ways,” Victor murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. “You can walk out of here with a thirty-day extension on your rent. Or you can walk out of here with your eviction notice in your hand and nowhere to sleep tonight. The choice is yours.”

"Ms. Ramsey, this unit has excellent natural light. The landlord just renovated it, and all the furniture and appliances are new. The rent is sixty-five hundred a month. What do you think?" I stood on the balcony and looked around. The view was open, and I could see a park in the distance. The apartment was not big, but it was more than enough for one person. Most importantly, there were no memories of Adrian Whitmore here. "This works. I'll take it." The agent clearly did not expect me to decide so quickly. She froze for a second, then smiled brightly. "Great, great. I'll contact the landlord right away and arrange the lease."

"Eleanor. That's Grace's seat.Grace wants to see a property nearby too. She's coming with us." Grace slid into the front, flashing him a smile. I got in the back. "Fine." The venue was a glass-walled estate overlooking the bay. Grace's eyes lit up when she saw the conservatory. "The light here is perfect. I could set up my fermentation experiments—the humidity, the temperature. It's ideal." Dante stood beside her. "If you like it, the room's yours. I'll have my best architect come in and convert it for you." I stood at the door. In all the months we'd been planning this wedding, Dante had shown zero interest. "A venue is just a room," he'd said. Now he stood with Grace by the window, discuss

he said the last word looking at her. And she did too understand what he meant. "We choose to be good or bad. We choose to be controlled or not. We choose to keep fighting or give up. We choose to let peoples words affect us/define us or not" he said, and she stopped moving He did too face her.