Creighton The Cretin Novels & Stories

Inflation is rising as the money value of the Crite State Area gets lower. ... This experimental show is getting more and more interesting as the days go by. As soon as he finally finished writing his journal, he decided to read the first journal he ever wrote. Journal No. 1 Hi, my name is Keith Patterson. I'm a forty-year-old man who has childish behavior. I mean for me, but I was known in the Crite State Area as a notorious criminal who can manipulate a person. I mean, they are gullible enough to believe all I said, especially the citizens of Crite State Area. They are just proof that they will do anything to get the money in their hands, even if they need to kill a person. Don't blame me,

But we're more than that, we have a lot of first class students from our department but still, unfortunately, people, particularly outsiders wishes to believe that we use money to buy our results. All those craps they spit out are just crap. Annoying craps. We're rich kids, so? That doesn't mean we're dumb. We're smart too, duh. I just pray I'll one day meet someone that'll tell me those craps to my face. It definitely wouldn't end well, I'm so sure. Toben nudged my shoulder, pulling me out of my distracting thoughts. 'It's always thinking and thinking in here, let your head rest for a little while, yeah?' My subconscious purposed.

She chuckles, turning away as she continues to stroll down the street, and I follow behind. "That sounds awful," I mumble, and she nods. "I was young, and after Margaret’s birth, it felt as if they just stopped caring. My dad would leave home and never return until late at night, reeking of alcohol, and my mom… she, at first, she tried to restrict. Tried to take care of us, but when Margaret turned nine, she turned out just the same as Dad, but instead of his alcoholic ways, she went after men. She’ll bring a different man into our home every other month, and I–"

she grumbled. “He’s a pompous jackass and I’m tired of playing around,” Creighton said angrily as he stood and ran his hands through his hair, then began pacing the deck between them. “He is arrogant and selfish and has tried multiple times to talk me into meeting his assistant for supper. That’s how she gets them into her flat. She drugs them and the next morning they leave, never knowing what the hell happened until the bastard contacts them with photos.” “How far did she get with you?” Sandra asked with an angry stare.

Generic music fills my ear, but it doesn't last long. —Gwen? It's not my husband's voice. I have no idea who he is. “Yes, I'm Gwen. "I'm Cannon Freeman, I'm... “You're the EVP,” I say, pulling the term from my memory, and he looks surprised. “Yes, you're right. I'm sorry to tell you that Creighton is in the middle of something he can't walk away from. This is a pretty big deal, our team has been working around it for a while, even when he was out having fun with you yesterday, and if he leaves the table now, we're going to lose a lot, a lot of ground. Is there anything I can do for you?

The truth would cause too many problems. Bryce was already fighting the accusation of rape and assault. He didn't need the world to know he was the bastard son of Alton Fitzgerald. "Laide." As if thinking his name had summoned the devil himself, my breath caught in my chest. "In the library," I called, not moving from my hiding place in the drapes. Alton's footsteps reverberated through the large room as he came closer. "What are you doing?" In my soft, flat slippers, Alton stood much taller and broader than I, even now with him in his mid-sixties.

He actually thought of taking a dictionary just to say that he was reading apart from the fact that it was very thick. "He seemed really crazy then until we got home, in the car Daniel and I were talking about him and we couldn't stop laughing at him. But Jenny, even if we think so you should teach yourself not to expect because we don't know if our suspicions are right. Or maybe we're right but he doesn't really have a plan right now to admit because he doesn't prioritize a serious relationship yet," at the end that's what she heard Ara explain to her which made her sad.

“You don’t get to say their names like that. Not after five years.” Creighton leaned forward, his eyes intense. “I know. I deserve every wall you’ve built. That night… serving those papers while you were pregnant… I was blind. Chloe fed me lies about you marrying me for money. I let old obligations cloud everything real we had. The breakfasts, the jazz records, the way you tried so hard even when I was distant. I threw it away. I’ve regretted it every single day since you disappeared.” His voice cracked slightly. The vulnerability looked real…too real. I looked away toward the roses, blinking back unwanted emotion.

Guess Cris was right, I am indeed a horrible person… or am I really a person? I shook my head and lay on my old mattress, face first. After not knowing where I should go, I decided to just stay at my old apartment. It would sound a bit hypocrite if I went to the Crimson Crest Pack. And plus, I don’t even know where the heck of a place that is! I sighed tiredly and faced my ceiling. Negative thoughts came through my mind and I can’t really avoid them. You idiot! You lost your job, you abandoned your only friend, and even left your dog husband! Now would you even survive now, that you abandoned the people you love! Or some other wolf…

“Like I wanna spend my Friday night sucking off randos in a stall that probably hasn’t been cleaned since the fucking ice age.” Cedric caught his reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror and barely recognised himself. His glasses were long gone, replaced by contacts, and his scrawny frame had filled out into lean muscle. His hair, once an unfortunate bowl cut, now fell in messy blonde waves that he’d been told were “sexy”. He looked good. He knew he looked good. So why the fuck was he still here living this fucked up life? “Big talk for someone who spent his whole life being a nobody outcast,” Brett, his name was definitely Brett, came out from the bathroom stall and started washing his han