Woke Inc Novels & Stories

That nurse quickly secured the document in her folder before she glared at me and asked, "How are you even his wife? How could you allow him to drink alcohol with some agitator mixed in it when he still hasn't recovered from his severe injuries?" With that, the nurse hurried off, and the doors to the ER were closed once again. I remained motionless for a moment before slumping powerlessly against the wall to the floor, burying my face deeply in my trembling hands as tears escaped between my fingers. I let out a muffled, ragged whimper, my voice echoing faintly down the long hallway. "I-I'm so sorry, Tristan… I'm so sorry…" Thankfully, the dose of the agitator wasn't high, and after a whole d

But since it was at the golf course, there might be business partners or someone important. After the call ended, Hellen lay there, her mind racing through strategies. She knew she needed to be more than just a passing acquaintance with Nolan; she had to create a scenario where their paths would cross more frequently. As she drifted back to sleep, her thoughts turned to her plan, considering every possible angle and detail. The opportunity to meet Nolan outside of his usual routines seemed promising, and the golf course could be the perfect setting.

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

I wake up screaming my lungs out. Ang walks in glaring at me. “Are you going to scream every night and wake up the Alpha every time? You’re really making me look bad here Akira.” He looks down at the book on my lap as catch my breath. “The Moon Goddess? You read about the Moon Goddess and you’re screaming your head off still? You seriously have some prob-“, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ang,” I cut him off before he could go on and trigger my anger more. “Ang?” He questions. “Yeah stands for Asshole Night Guard,” I say as I make my way over to the sink to grab my water and chug it down.

Our son is growing too fast! "What will you do with that b*tch?" Wakkin randomly asked after getting tired of playing. William is also asleep, so there is nothing else to do but chat. "Who's b*tch are you talking about? I know a lot of b*tches." I replied. "Who else?" he said, rolling his eyes. "The human b*tch." "Oh?" Wakkin appears to be extremely upset about the incident. I believe this is the first time he has ever been poisoned. Well, it was really frightening when I was poisoned for the first time, too.

“What do you mean?” “The substance isn’t in any standard database,” Dr. Aris explained, his brow furrowed. “It’s an unknown type of neural inhibitor that attacks the vascular system slowly over months. We only recognized the core chemical ingredients and their destructive activity inside your father’s body, but we are absolutely certain it triggered the strokes and caused the full paralysis.” The timeline slammed into my mind like a physical blow. Six to eight months. When he first fell sick. The exact period leading up to his collapse, the very catalyst that had driven me to assume the name Vivian Vance and go undercover at Cross Holdings.

On his main screen, a loading bar flashed brightly. ACCESS GRANTED. FIREWALL BYPASSED. Julian took a slow sip of his coffee, a cold, wicked smile spreading across his face. "Checkmate, Lucien," Julian whispered softly to the empty room. Back in the grand ballroom, the alarms began to wail. Every smart device, tablet, and phone in the hands of the hundreds of elite guests vibrated violently at the exact same second, flashing a single chilling warning across their screens: VANCE ENTERPRISES IS COMPROMISED.

I had briefly considered the pros of having his neck on a guillotine for cock-blocking, until he had telepathically communicated the word Death to me. As members of the same pack, we operated with a hive mind that was only activated when it was necessary. "It is, Alpha," he said solemnly. "I would not have intruded on your dinner otherwise." "Details," I said. He matched my large strides as we moved through the corridor. "Two scouts returned from Linewatch. Both are barely alive. We have sent for Orasmus the healer." My jaw tightened. Sending for the healer meant it was bad. The fortress around us remained quiet. Most of the household was rounding up for the night. Servants moved through the

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit. Evelyn's face lit up with joy. "I've removed the pits from the cherries for you." I opened my dry lips and hoarsely called out, "Mom." Though Evelyn had her back to me, I could feel her smile freeze. After a long silence, she spoke coldly. "Now that you're awake, you should go home. The hospital charges for the bed." Stunned, I looked at the IV in Edith's hand, but I had nothing.