Cast For Better Or For Worse Novels & Stories

"That was very dramatic." I shrug. He is breathless as he lays down. I adjust his pillows so that he is more comfortable. "I am going to break Eli's neck," he says through gritted teeth as he glares down at his cast-clad leg. "Fuck Anger Management." I exhale deeply through my nose and decide not to comment. Finn is in a sour mood for the rest of the afternoon so we all let him be. I know that he will cheer up once he's left alone and wallows in self-pity for long enough. I try to remain as calm and patient as possible, knowing that he is frustrated.

"Ladies who can't fight for their men don't deserve to have them. Mr. Bushman is not the one marrying me, Frederick is, if there is any hope you had regarding your relationship with Frederick, kill it because you and Frederick will never be. I can assure you that, even if we don't end together, you both will surely not end together. Now get out please." Cassie was speechless, in fact, she felt shameful. She regretted coming here to taunt Kristen. Instead of Kristen feeling bad after the awful things she said to Kristen, she was the one feeling bad.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Cam points at Barry while trying to push past me to get to him. “Is that true?” I turn to Barry, still struggling to keep Cam restrained behind me. Barry just shrugs. “I had to. I got sick of hearing everyone talk bad about Dari everywhere I went. And this spineless dickwad was never going to do anything about it–” “It was none of your fucking business!” Cam yells, cutting Barry off. I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath to calm myself down. All my initial mental preparation slipping away from me slowly.

The two men got into a nasty fight over it, and in the end, Gary gave Eli 20 thousand dollars for the boy. With a criminal record, no educational background, and no useful skills, Eli couldn't find a single company willing to hire him. He drowned himself in alcohol every day. One night, drunk out of his mind, he got into an argument and severely injured someone. Andrew, who now had a second son, refused to pay compensation. So, Eli went back into prison. … I stood waiting at the school gate. Hazel came running into my arms, her smile bright. "Mom, I want to eat your caramelized pork ribs for dinner tonight!"

I tried hard not to let the darkness consume me. If I was going to die, it wouldn’t be while she stood over me, watching and pretending to care. My fingers curled weakly against the sheets, but there was no strength behind it. Fuck it all… “Titan… hang on… I will call someone for you, okay?” Her voice cracked like she was really panicking. She must’ve been such a wonderful actress. Because that voice wasn’t the sharp, venom-laced voice I remembered. This one… broke. I forced my eyes open, just a slit.

I was on cloud nine. But I had no idea I was signing up for a decade of pure misery. He could be warm and affectionate one moment and cold and cruel the next. When he was in a good mood, he'd sweet-talk me, making me feel like I was the luckiest woman alive. And I'd fall for it every single time. But the second he was in a bad mood, he'd get nasty, making my life difficult and sometimes even putting me down in front of his friends. One time, just because I accidentally broke a glass Monica gave him, he made me kneel outside in the snow all night.

If I was to get him back, I needed his attention. I stepped into a black and red mini dress and a pair of red heels. I flat ironed my hair and it fell beautifully down my back. I did a quick, but neat, makeup application then looked at myself in the body mirror. I left the bedroom and went into the living room. EJ and Evan were stuffing their faces with Pringles and sodas and talking loudly at a movie. "So wait, he's the bad guy?!" "Nah, he only turned on them because the witch got his kid!"

Fred spins him around and plops him down on his back and tickles his sides, causing him to laugh in the way that always melts my heart. Sometimes I can’t believe the way my life turned out. Fred told me he wasn’t a Prince Charming, and that life was not a fairy tale, but sometimes I wonder. How poetic is it that the bad man sent to kill me fell in love with me? Maybe I unknowingly cast a spell on him. Maybe it was destiny all along. All I know is that I have the perfect husband, the perfect child, and a sex life to make the rest of the world jealous.

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero