"Guess what, Honey?" Maahir said in an excited voice on the other end of the call. "What?" Rubina asked with equal enthusiasm "I got the promotion!" Maahir said hardly able to keep his voice steady. "You are now talking to the Senior director of Marketing for the entire North East division!" "Wow!" Rubina exclaimed. "I am so proud of you, Jaan! I knew you...
Another attempt on my part to write in the American vernacular from a female perspective. I'd really appreciate feedback on this. Enjoy. ______________________________________________ When Candace called us all into her office that Friday morning, I honestly had no idea what it was all about. The business had been going well – very well, in fact – so I kne...
Sahil had really been looking forward to this day! Their schedules had just not managed to synchronize for over a month now, but finally, they were going to get a chance to be alone this evening! Sahil had met Ekta a couple of months ago at a seminar. He worked as the Business Head of jewelry manufacturing Company, and Ekta happened to be a contracted desig...
This story is founded on fact and I can strongly recommend the Swan at Southwold. Comments gratefully received as usual and if anyone wants further news of me and Pushpam and an invitation to the wedding just feedback as usual. Pushpam was a fairly new recruit at work and really gorgeous. Indian with soft brown skin. A lovely face, and long legs that would...
*** THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS SERIES. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT. *** CHAPTER 7- FATE??? "And this is Noel Angel and my mother Kate." Amber said introducing Noel to Leon. Noel noticed this guy staring at her. She felt like she had seen him somewhere before no, no make that been with him before but if she would have...
Alison woke early and knocked on her flat-mate Julie's door. She ate a hasty bowl of cereal, then a carton of yoghurt and washed it all down with an instant coffee. Then she went into the bathroom for a shower. After drying herself, she returned to her room to dress for work. A recent graduate, she had landed a plum city job in which she was anxious to ma...
It had been several days, several tense days, since the "Night of the Fruit Fight" as I've come to call it. (No, really, cucumbers are technically fruit. Look it up.) We had our usually flirty repartee at the office, but not much had happened on the home front. She was busy, I was busy, and after our last encounter that ended up with her having a "peaches an...
First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if y...
It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 answered an advertisement in a local newspaper for position of 'messenger boy' in a medium sized family firm serving local households in and around the Borough of Putney in south west London. The work would involve bicycling, delivering messages, small envelopes and collecting monies owed. The advertisement calle...
Hello everyone, I'm back with another adventure. This story is a collaborative effort with my good friend and buddy CelticCat. Her characters will undoubtedly make an appearance in this new world. As you know, I can't just end a story. I always find a way to keep going. Well, In "Brother Wolves", a new pack formed. I asked myself, what happened next. In "Ba...