All Downhill With You Novels & Stories

My voice rose from what Agustus said that the driver glanced at me through the front and rear mirror. “Is that their decision? But why now?” I lowered my voice and glanced out the window. The downpour is gradually getting more robust. My grip on the phone tightened. Listening to Augustus’ explanation, my forehead progressively wrinkled. “They know that it is not the right time. Such a sheath of their decision,” I muttered and pressed the bridges of my nose.

I should be wild tonight then since Jonathan is nowhere to reach! "Sure! Let's get wild tonight!" I exclaimed excitedly. They fist bump and ran to their car? Oh! So, these guys are loaded now! "Jes c'mon!" Joa shouted excited and winking. I choose to ride with Adam. "Buy some beer!" Adam shouted to Joe who is behind us. We are singing along while he drives at any music that pops. I'm enjoying my night forgetting Gertrude and Jonathan. "You never change Jesica! You are still fucking hot!" Adam exclaimed praising my body while he bites his lips.

down the stairwell to the dance floor Megan and Ashley began to dance, swirling their waists and drawing a lot of attention, mostly from men. Dan joined in the fun, dancing alongside them. Her body moved in time with the music. She was so engrossed in it that she felt wrapped around her body and rested on her baby bump. Her back was pressed against a hard chest, and her face was fanned by a hot breath. A husky voice said, "You look really sexy." Dan turned around, mesmerized by this handsome stranger's eyes.

Allison’s sharp voice rang in my ears. “Eric, are you crazy? How dare you push him in front of everyone?” As she spoke, Allison hurried over to pull Aaron out of the fountain, but he floundered in the icy water for quite a while without getting up. It was winter, and the fountain water was freezing. Aaron sneezed several times, his carefully styled hair now soaked and disheveled. He looked utterly miserable. Some colleagues even pulled out their phones and started taking pictures.

It didn’t come free. Satisfied, Kylee pressed her feet against the house and rappelled upward, using her grip on the vine to climb to the second story. There was no landing or anything to rest on when she reached the window. Luckily, Price had left it ajar, probably to let in the cool evening breeze. The screen was already off, leaning against the wall inside. Kylee shimmied her slender body under the cracked window. Her hands hit the hardwood floor first. She crept inside, letting her eyes get used to the dark before she moved around. Last thing she wanted to do was make a loud noise and spook Price, or wake the whole house.

The wind came soft through the pines, carrying the faint scent of moss and rain. Ava crouched low behind a narrow ridge overlooking Stillwater’s outer garden path, binoculars steady, breath shallow. She wasn’t dressed like herself — plain hoodie, muted jeans, no makeup, a generic trail bag slung across her shoulder. Just another face on the edge of the woods. Damon stood a few yards behind her, arms folded, eyes scanning the horizon. They didn’t speak. Not with voices. Only brief hand signals, a nod now and then.

“See? I knew you had sass somewhere in there.” They packed light—phones, lip balm, house keys, and a bottle of red wine as their entry ticket. Christine grabbed her jacket while Ava slipped on her flats. As they stepped out into the evening air, Christine bumped her gently. “Tonight’s going to be good, Ava. You don’t have to dance. You don’t have to talk too much. Just... be.” Ava nodded, a little warmth blooming in her chest. Maybe she did need this. A soft night with old friends. Familiar faces. Laughter without pressure.

he teased, thoroughly amused. “Why me?” Anna dropped to her knees dramatically, throwing her hands in the air in exaggerated despair. “Because you’re the chosen one,” Blanc replied, his tone playfully mocking. “I don’t wanna be the chosen one!” she cried, glaring at him with watery eyes, her over-the-top reaction drawing another chuckle from Blanc as he leaned back in his chair.

As her feet drew closer to the door, the low buzz gradually got clearer, transforming into a loud, high-pitched rasping sound. Recalling Kate’s latest bluff, Zia’s eyes widened with suspicion. Was she really going to?… No way! “Hey!” Zia shouted as she fumbled with the door’s lock. Throwing the door open, she jumped backward, just in time to avoid being split in half by her crazy best friend’s chainsaw. “Are you crazy, Kate?!” “Yes, I am. You are driving me crazy!” Kate screamed above the saw’s loud noise. She turned off the saw and Zia’s thumping heart slowly returned to normal. Her wide eyes remained glued to Kate’s furious ones.