Episodes Of The Next Step Novels & Stories

he laughs whilst missing the bed and falling onto the floor, I laugh hysterically as he sits up confused. The next couple of days went by super quickly without any hiccups, neither Austin or I worked on Sundays so we stayed home and binged watched an entire four season show. But of course, Monday came around and I was getting ready for work. I had just finished my hair when my door opens and in walks Austin, he still hardly ever knocks before walking in.

The next morning, Aria woke up to the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains. By the brightness of the sunlight alone, she could tell that she slept later than usual. The 13 hours drive from her hometown in Texas to Green bay exhausted her. She got up and looked at the waves through her balcony door. In a matter of weeks, she became homeless, her only living relative abandoned her, she lost her virginity to none other than her stepbrother and she is currently in said step brothers house.

I thought I was going to be alone with my thoughts, but suddenly the door opened again and I saw Elle strolling in. "Elle," I croaked. "The one and only," she beamed at me. "I thought you must be bored out of your mind here, so I even brought you some nail polish. But guess who I just ran into outside? Your step-lover! I guess you won't even need these, huh?" she chuckled. "Sheez, Elle," "I get what you mean though, if that was my stepbrother, I'd bone him too," "Elle!" I hissed. "Keep it in your pants, will ya? This is a family-run facility,"

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The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

Jack places his fork down on his plate as he takes a brief pause, looking as if he were trying to get all of his thoughts together. "I know that I already apologized to you, but I just want you to know that I really am sorry. Especially for hurting you in front of my friends, I shouldn't have put you through that. It's fucked up and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. It's just every time that I blackout, I have no idea of what I'm doing until after it's done." He rants, causing me to raise my eyebrows at him in curiosity. "Is blacking out a part of your 'episodes' or does it just happen whenever you're upset?" I question, causing Jack's entire body to visibly tense.

Then I steal glances of Derrick who has the fingers of his right hand over his face and Esther who's fiddling with her fingers. I then decide to pay attention the flat screen television which is running. It's on the African Magic Family channel and the comedy show The Johnsons is being played. However, as much as I love the show and wish to be able to watch it, I can't. Esthers predicament has been chewing at my sanity as though the problem is mine. A phone suddenly beeps causing Derrick, Esther and I to jump a bit before looking at our phones. Derrick and I turn to Esther when we realize it's not ours that sounded.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

I was truly betrayed. The night went slower than I expected. I stayed awaked throughout the night staring at the ceiling as I laid on my bed thinking about everything. What would happen, how it will happen, and when it will happen. It looked like a lot of drama. I immediately stood up to plan my next move. “What would I do when I meet him?” “How exactly do I get back at him?”

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.