Workplace Fiction Novels & Stories

After working, being a perfectionist, and of course, emerging as the best trainee out of the workshop, she was short-listed for a job automatically — that was her prize for being the best student of the Clifford Bi-Annual Writing Workshop. Marshmello Printing Press was known far and wide throughout Houston. They wrote novels, and books on history, Law, Science, Marketing, Economics, Accounting, Tech, and Politics. And there was also, the newly-established firm, the Romance Segment of it. Novels written from there are often best sellers; books from there were hot cakes: single women, married women, married women with marital issues, gay women, queer men, and women with issues on their matrimo

Those small moments of encouragement make me want to keep writing, even on the days when it’s hard. This story might not be perfect, but it’s honest. Every chapter is written with effort and thought. Some parts may move fast, others a bit slower but that’s how stories breathe. I hope, somewhere in between, you find something that sticks with you. --- PREFACE Before you start, I want to say this clearly: This is a work of fiction. Everything you’ll read — the names, places, businesses, and events comes from imagination. Some details may feel familiar, but they’re not taken from real life. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events, is purely coincidental.

And I’m not actually naive enough to marry a man I’ve only known a few weeks. But I can’t say any of that. So instead, I flash a fake, brilliant smile, and head to my cubicle. If I just focus on the work, I tell myself, my coworkers will too. Soon everything will be back to normal. Nothing’s back to normal.I can’t get any work done because everyone wants to know all the details. What Nicole’s like outside of work. How we met. How he proposed. I can’t even wash my hands in the bathroom without someone making a winking comment about how bossy Nicole must be in bed.

"Even if you wanted to report me, you shouldn't have gone over the company's top management. Do you have any idea how much damage it will do to the company if people from the commission come here?" Kaia merely shrugged with a completely unconcerned expression. She mocked, "Heh. You haven't even secured your position yet, and you're already acting like you're the boss' wife." Kaia was sure that the boss would never disappoint all his employees by siding with a shameless homewrecker who should just stay hidden in the shadows. My other colleagues immediately backed her up. "Only with a clean workplace can the company develop even better. Someone who sells her body has no right to stand there ac

Maybe if I call Aunt Laura now, she can move me to the kids' table. Or I could get one of those blow-up, life-sized dolls. I half giggle, half grimace as I make my way along the street to the building where I work at a real job. When I enter the lobby of the building that houses the offices of Buchanan and Willis, my mind is hundreds of miles away. Out of habit, I squeeze my way into the coffee shop.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

There was always one thing or the other that always spoiled Mondays for me. One time I was working in a club, I caught the attention of one of my boss's big time customer. He wanted me to join the stripers on the dance floor, I rejected of course but not my boss. At the end of that day, I found myself on the dance floor, in a bikini, shaking my booty like a striper would. Mondays would never miss a chance to embarrass me. I was so stunned, I had no idea what to do. If I take off the jacket, certainly the next thing I would see would be the gate getting shut at my face. That shouldn't happen.

Emily's knees dug into the cold office carpet beneath Mr. Harlan's massive oak desk, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with a silk tie that bit into her skin just enough to remind her of her place. The boardroom meeting droned on outside, voices muffled through the door, but inside this hidden space, the air was thick with tension and the scent of her own arousal. She was his secret slut, the submissive little whore who'd begged for this power play, and now she knelt there, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties long since ripped away, her bare pussy glistening and exposed for her boss's cruel whims.

At this moment, Fiona then revealed a playful grin and said, "I didn't expect you to have a girlfriend outside. So it's like having stability at home while also having excitement outside! I bet my cousin doesn't know about this." Frederick panicked and hurriedly explained, "Please don't go telling my wife about this, it's just made-up gossip on the internet. My boss ran into her ex-fiancé, and after a little tension, I played one song. It's not what you're thinking." Fiona gave a mischievous smile and said, "Oh, did your boss take advantage of you? The plot of a novel has come to life." Frederick realized that the more he tried to explain, the worse it got. He scratched his head and said, "S

They wanted to drag me down because they probably knew that a poor woman like me won’t be as successful as people like them who were born with golden spoon in their mouths. ‘I am working as part timer in coffee shop. And I am still single,’ these are the truth that I should answer. However, using the excuse that we won’t be able to see each other again in the future, I thought of a lie. “I am working in Gregorio Corporation,” I lied. Gregorio is one of the largest finance corporation. There are thousands of employees in their companies so I think they won’t find out that I am lying. ‘Right?’ “Really? Wow! I heard it is not easy to get a job in Gregorio,” Britney commented.