Your Talent Is Mine Novels & Stories

I stormed toward the stage, grabbed the microphone, and faced the sea of faces that had once been silent spectators to their own cruelty. “You think this is funny?” My voice trembled, but it carried. “You think humiliating a teenage girl makes you powerful?” A few faces shifted uncomfortably. Some still smirked, others looked away. I didn’t care. “You laugh because it’s easier to believe lies than to recognize truth,” I continued. “You think her last name or who she knows defines her worth—but Maya Ramirez has worked harder than most of you will ever understand. She’s earned everything she’s achieved. And if you can’t see that, maybe the problem isn’t her—it’s you.”

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When he saw the hint of anger on his face, he could not help but ask, “Mr. Levin, is the woman acting up again?” Edward did not answer him. After a while, he gave an order coldly, “Tell Jasmine to send a girl over. Tell her to send the prettiest.” Jasmine Moore was the owner of Tipsy Tonight, a club that was a subsidiary of Levin Enterprise. She had many beautiful girls under her care. If she said that a girl was the prettiest she had, she would be the prettiest. Jasmine personally dropped the girl off at Edward’s condominium. While they were still downstairs, she instructed the girl earnestly, “This is the first time that Mr. Levin is requesting for one of my girls of his own accord. This i

My eyes travel down without warning and nestled on a prominent bulge. I gulp my saliva, shaking off the increasing desire to mount and ride her until she screams my name. “ You will be fine,” I mumbled, more to myself. At this point of her vulnerability, I would hate myself if I took advantage of her. I try to release my shirt from her grasp. Her fingers are locked. It feels futile like removing something from the tightened grasp of a toddler. “ I'm losing it, Hazel.” My voice lowered. I know I'm reaching the limit and might not hold on to control much longer.

I continued organising my report like she hadn't spoken a word. “In the end, real talent beats everything,” she remarked. And paupers cannot have real talent; only those born with the true wealthy blood can.” It was a shame that just to put me down, she was shooting herself in the foot. I was the one with the real wealthy blood flowing in my veins, while she was the one who happened to replace me all these years. “Talent? “Right,” I nodded, and she frowned. “I mean, I suppose talent can be bought now.”

“And that fact becomes even more obvious in any team I’m part of.” My voice remained even, deliberate. “I thrive in efficient environments. Places where talent is real and results follow skill, not appearances or theft.” I took a slow step forward, then another, folding my arms across my chest. “All of Tina’s so-called contributions to the Silver Silk Collection 1.0 were fake,” I continued. “That collection was originally mine. Every success she paraded came from my work.” I didn’t need to raise my voice. The truth already carried weight. “She needs to leave.”

“So, things worked out with Tasha?” I nodded. “Yes, thanks to you,” I said, so excited that I could hardly stand it. “I go on tour with her as her front band in three months.” She flung her arms around me and pulled me in for another hug as I stood up. Then, she held me at arms’ length to look into my eyes. “Well, congratulations, girl! I’m so happy for you!” She turned to Craig and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you!” Then, she looked back at me. “See? What did I tell you? Miracles still do happen … but you have to have talent, too, and I know you must have talent!”

She could have landed with a bunch of egotistical assholes who tried to walk all over her. "This business is funny, isn't it?" She shook her head. "You work your patootie off trying to be a success and in the end it's ninety percent luck." "Yeah, but if you don't have the talent, all the luck in the world won't help." Gary cocked his head. "You've got the talent, lady. I predict by a year from now you'll outdraw Sweet Dixie."

He laughed, “The kid or your sister?” Why is this always happening to me? I do I always to be a traitor? And every time I give away my friend, he turns out to remain alive no matter how many people and how badly they want him. I guess I`ll have to sell him out as always. “I can see you are desperate for me to work for you.” I said “It`s not being desperate.” He said, “With your talent, I`d be working for big sharks. I`d be making millions in different currencies. But what do you know, you are just a kid whose talent is been exploit like a slave.” He laughed.

"How did you do this?" "It's called talent, Princess. Have you heard of it?" My bitterness was hidden in my calm tone. "If any of you know me at least a little bit, you would know I'm very talented when it comes to art skills. And I'm self-taught, once no one bothered to teach me!"