All The Good Things Novels & Stories

�'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 �

Instead, I asked, "Will I die from suffocation if I eat it?" Dominic's hand trembled. The apple cube rolled to the floor. He then answered me, his expression pale, "No, you won't. This is just an apple… You won't get allergic to it…" "Okay. I understand." I then obediently opened my mouth and ate it, chewing and swallowing mechanically like a robot. I was as soulless as a puppet, but he still felt good about himself, nonetheless. He thought that he could turn me back into a normal person as long as he continued being good to me.

"I know you've been upset with me these past few days, so I prepared a care package as a gesture of goodwill. Please accept my sincerest apology." As she pushed the box toward me, the diamond ring on her finger caught the light. The gesture was anything but subtle. I had already seen the ring on her Instagram post. The matching one was on Lance's finger. I snickered. "Sorry, but your idea of an apology is giving someone a box of free samples?" I already had the same gift box. It was part of a promotional campaign. Anyone could get one without buying anything. "How could you say that?!" Lance immediately protested. "Free samples?! She took the time to pick those gifts out for you!"

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All

So as much as some love Beggar, and others love Killer, the story needs to go on. So buckle yourself up cause I have some spice and all things that is naughty and a bit nice. I hope you guys are all doing good and thank you so much for all the words of encouragement.

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] I didn’t hesitate to sign my name and press confirm. The tide receded, and the vow turned to sand. This time, I had no more attachments. … A few nights later, after finishing the work handover, I left the company. Passing the cake shop on the street corner, I suddenly remembered it was my birthday. So I bought a palm-sized cream cake. However, when I got home, I froze. The living room was filled with ribbons and balloons. Susie was standing on a ladder, hanging the last banner.

Emilia hesitated, her lips parting again, but before she could say a word, Amara raised her hand slightly — that silent signal that meant she wasn’t finished. “I’m not done,” Amara said. “You’ll also reach Mr. Festus Goodman. Tell him to withdraw the contract he awarded to Spencer Group as well. Effective immediately.” The assistant blinked rapidly, visibly taken aback. “Ma, you mean both contracts?” she asked, her voice trembling between caution and disbelief. Amara turned her chair slightly, her eyes gazing out the window at the city skyline. “Yes, both,” she said quietly. “It’s time the Spencer Group learns what it means to break what doesn’t belong to them.”

"I want to go shopping! I want to buy a pretty dress, and some nice flowers, and then I want to cook a big dinner for my mom tonight to celebrate her being out of the hospital! I feel so bad, I've been avoiding home." Callan smiled, his eyes sparkling under the bright kitchen lights. "Whatever my girl wants, she gets. Go put on your shoes." Half an hour later, Callan’s car pulled up to the biggest, fancy shopping mall in the middle of the city. I hopped out of the car, practically skipping along the smooth tile floors. Callan walked right beside me, looking so tall and handsome in his black jacket. He held my hand super tight, his thumb rubbing the back of my knuckles as we walked past all t

Ceiling to floor sliding doors opened to the grassy lawn. It looked a lot like my room back at the Shade Mansion. "Thank you," I said out of instinct. Saying thank you was something that was drilled into me since I was a kid. 'All you need to do is smile and say thank you, Autumn,' my father had once said. 'Your smile will put them at ease and your thanks will make them feel appreciated. And no one wants anything more than to be appreciated.' For some reason, I found that to be very true.