Whitman Penny Books Novels & Stories

Whitman Corporation was to be fined a thundering amount for the forced cease in a few partnered projects with RS and South America. While the amount should have been dealt with by Whitman Corporation’s finance department, it somehow ended in Old Master Whitman’s hands. Unable to pay the debt, Whitman Manor was to be let up for auction.

I sat there in the silence, not moving a muscle for a very long time. After a while, I picked up the glass of cold tap water and the bag of bread crusts and threw them both in the trash. Then, I pulled open the bottom drawer of the TV console. Inside was a blue hardcover notebook, old enough that the corners had worn down to bare white. Presley and I had bought it together in our first year of marriage. He said that if a marriage was going to last, the finances had to be crystal clear.

Claire's eyes brightened. "Yes. White loved me," Harriet said. "I knew it wasn't healthy of course, and with the demand, you, Claire, were making for him to make you human, it only made him power-hungry. He didn't know what to do of course, so I said that I would help him. I told him what to do. I gave him the right combinations, and he made the deadliest whispers in history, equally making me more powerful. He never knew I was a Steele of course, and that whatever he did to you all would affect me. I used that to punish the Baron, and I turned him to a whisper." "Apparently, I had just discovered then that White, now all-powerful, thanks to the shared powers of the sisters, save for mine, h