Novel & Cerita Will Goode

“I want you all to trust me.” “We will bring new models and work hard as we always do.” He squared his shoulder and looked at everyone’s face. Everybody knew Alexander was a hardworking guy. If he is confident about something, he will get it. They agreed to fire all the models and hire new ones. “Alexander, we trust you, and we know you will do it; Do whatever you want. In the end, it’s the only profit we count on,” they all agreed on his perilous decision. He walked out with Esrael and told him to schedule all the interviews for the next day.

I told him before I started walking back home. I have to burn off the calories that I’ll earn on Friday night somehow… And walking is nice… “Okay, fine! But I’m coming with you.” Hunter grumbled as he started walking next to me. I smiled up at him as I started skipping. I can’t give up just yet… I will get my old friend back!

I kneeled on the damp sand and scattered the ashes onto the faintly glowing surface of the sea. As I watched the sea horizon gradually brighten, I remembered the day Susie first confessed to me. She had once written her vows on this very beach. “Never betray Jason in this lifetime.” At that moment, my phone suddenly vibrated. The screen lit up. It was a message from Mr. Solace. [I’ve taken care of the procedures. This is the electronic transfer agreement. If there are no issues, go ahead and sign it.] I didn’t hesitate to sign my name and press confirm.

Bradley felt no need to push, and just as he was about to say his goodbyes, and promise to see the man later, Oscar spoke again. “I’ve got to go.” It was spoken softly, as if it were an apology rather than an explanation. Bradley found himself frowning, slightly disappointed, but not in a sad way. “I’ll see you at 10?” “Of course.” Bo nodded, though he made no move to end the call. “Goodbye Bowie.” The beep of the call ending was overtaken by the happiness at hearing the handsome man call him ‘Bowie’; it was not a nickname he had heard before, and the idea of it belonging only to Oscar was rather encouraging.

Before he could finish extracting it from his pocket, one of his neighborhood friends, a thin brunette nicknamed Tangy peeped out from the back door. "Come on, you guys. Mrs. Weiss is about to make a speech." They all jumped to their feet and filed toward the house, some singing at the top of their lungs as they went, but all noise ceased when they got past the back door. Mrs. W had a strong reputation for taking no nonsense. **

Lucas' POV "My proposal is simple. Our company has a solid, constructive working relationship with Alpha Kyle of the Moonhowlers Pack. They are currently handling futures, options, and derivatives for us. Why don't you start with a program with them? They're working on the refurbishment of the old Trafold Hippodrome and they're having an unsealed bid right now. If you get this project done, I'm sure everyone on the board will be happy to welcome a new VP to our company." Ava had a look on her face as if she was doing me a big favor.

Why did Natalie and I have to be left to suffer and die, while they got to walk away with everything? I'd make sure they paid for everything they did. I'd make them feel every bit of pain I went through in my past life. I'd like to see how long they could keep up this little act. … Since Joseph had lost his memories, it was only natural that he wouldn't believe me right away. Still, it wasn't a total loss. After all, he did say that he'd book the earliest ticket back. If everything went well, he should arrive in about two days. I would only need to stall for two more days now.

Zoe kept the proceedings going, and I was grateful for that. Connor knelt before my casket, refusing to budge no matter how many people tried to make him leave. No one wanted to stir up trouble at such a somber event, so after a few failed attempts, everyone eventually gave up trying to persuade him. Connor had been awarded the nickname 'Hawk-Eye' because of his keen intuition in finance, but the truth was, it was a fitting moniker, for his eyes were fierce and clear as a hawk's. Everyone who locked eyes with him would always have the uncanny feeling that his gaze could penetrate their thoughts.

My appetite vanished instantly. “I don’t feel like eating,” I said. “Throw it away.” Sarah immediately looked displeased, but she held it in. She sat beside me and began to complain instead. “You have no idea how sad Tim was today. My parents went to see him and brought up the wedding. He panicked so badly he almost cried. Tim just got back to the country and doesn’t have much money. I was thinking of using the money you gave me for our wedding to help him with the wedding first.”

He turned around, picked up his phone, and called Joseph. "Joseph," he said, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Book the earliest flight back home." It was time to let go. The day before leaving Lethor, Harrison did one last thing. Through an offshore foundation, he made an anonymous donation to the War Correspondents Alliance. He specified how the money was to be used. Every dollar was to go toward upgrading equipment for Sue's photography team, along with top-tier safety gear and medical support. After that was done, he felt as if a weight he'd carried for years had finally been lifted.