Excerpts Novels & Stories

My body was screaming at me to eat after two days of nothing. But every bite would taste bitter knowing the truth. I wasn't a person to him. I was a resource. Something to be fed and kept functional. A car needs gas to run. A machine needed oil to work properly. I was no different. I picked up my fork. My hand shook as I took a small bite of scrambled eggs. It was the best thing I'd tasted in three years. And it made me want to cry.

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“This is for you, Mrs. Walton. Please have a glance.” “Thanks.” I accepted it politely and flipped the first blank page to start reading. A second later, my eyes widened. The first page was a bank account statement, the number of zeros after one in the balance section knocking the air out of my lungs. The next thing was the list of cards: Black, Gold, and Blue. Every document carried the same name. “Ellie Walton.” My mind went blank as I stared at them in awe. “This is…” I was sure I was reading them wrongly, but Mr. Walton spoke weakly.

They are usually very boring and most of the time, I struggle not to yawn. Roy looks at his two friends and announces to them, "Guys! This is boring! Let us go play in my room!" I throw them a stern look. "Boys! Finish the milk first!" Just then, I hear the doorbell ring. Why has Eric come so early today? I rush to the door and open it. UGH! NO WAY!!! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

she sniffed wiping the tears away. "Want to award me with sex?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows. She gasped. "Get behind me sex maniac!" _________THE END________ Don't just go yet, we still have loads coming. Interviews with our character as we discover more about them and of course, special chapters and information on Jason and Raphael book.

Only one more dress to try on. Mason: Correction, HANGRY Skyler: I'm almost done. I would be faster if you stopped texting me. I pulled the last dress off the hanger. I had high hopes for this one. It was a fitted, gold, mini dress that was covered in tiny little sequins. The best part was that it didn't even come with a zipper. I pulled the stretchy material over my head, giving myself a once-over in the mirror. Oh yeah... this was the one. My phone dinged again.

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My hands trembled as I tore open the packaging. Inside lay a severed right hand and a voice recorder that was still playing. A broken, aged voice wheezed from the electronic device. It was faintly distorted and interspersed with eerie and indistinct clattering sounds. The sheer agony behind the sounds painted a grim picture of Mom's twisted struggle, as though her last breath and blood were expelled together. "Hun… ter…" This word alone carried countless emotions. I numbly forced myself to listen to her final message over and over again.

“I thought you said you didn’t want any details?” “I don’t, so don’t share. You scarred me for life in other ways. Let’s not add your sex life to that list.” “What? My combat jacks don’t count?” Xander pulled a horrified face. “You’re not supposed to remind me of that!” Kira left the kitchen laughing, feeling a little lighter despite having the sinking feeling that something good had slipped through her fingers that morning... ________________________

It's like a mix of emptiness, depression, and the feeling of craving her. I just want her next to me, I want her in my presence. I want her in my arms. I need her. I kept thinking as I continuously kept taking swigs of the bottle. My vision started becoming more blurry as I started loosing my balance. I got a notification and it had nothing to do with Kat but it somehow reminded me about her. I typed in her user and cried when I saw her last tweet. It's obvious it's about me. (A/N it's what she tweeted in chapter 22)