Good Dirt: A Novel Novels & Stories

Anya and Iris ran towards the field, and as they went nearer to the tracks, they saw all of them looking at the tracks. Anya gasped lightly when she saw Elizabeth and their senior race together at such fast pace. "Oh my." She heard Iris say. They could feel someone starting at them, but strangely, it didn't feel uncomfortable, but it sent tingles to their stomach. Then they felt it. The usual disgust and creepiness you feel when someone checks you out in an indecent manner. Robert Charles. "Look, what we have here. New faces. Correction, pretty new faces." He said as he walked inside.

The room is filled with the clangs of cutleries against the dishes, causing unnecessary noise in my sensitive ears. Gosh, I don't like people. I let out a sigh of relief when the maids flooded the room and started packing all the used dishes. And I sit stiffly, watching as everyone leaves the hall one after the other, leaving only the immediate members of the Casa Vicenzo and the Zhukova bratva. I turned to Damien, kicking him underneath the table when he didn't spare me a glance - his eyes were fixed on Alex across the table. I kick him again and he turns to me, brows raised.

That ring was worth millions, a gift from my dad to celebrate my graduation with a master’s degree from MIT, so it meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long I searched, but behind me, Joel scoffed. "Typical of someone from a poor background, ready to fight to the death over a piece of glass." Without looking up, I shot back, “If you can mistake a diamond for glass, no wonder you fell for Esther.” "You–" Joel’s face turned red with rage. "Esther’s the daughter of this mall’s owner! Aren’t you afraid of getting fired for treating her like this? I’m only trying to help you!"

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

“I’m choosing to take the evening anyway.” We drank in comfortable silence for a while, watching the light change. Then I set the glass down and turned to face him more fully. “I keep waiting for the feeling of being hunted to come back the way it used to,” I said. “The constant measuring. The way every quiet stretch felt like the breath before something worse. It’s still there, but quieter. Like background noise instead of the only sound in the room.” Kael’s hand found mine. “That’s because you’ve built enough solid ground that the noise has somewhere else to sit. The restaurant. The garden. This.” He nodded toward the greenhouse. “Me. You’re not standing on temporary boards anymore.”

Warning -) All are my books. List of Completed books BOOK 1 LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000001955 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride. *completed* Deep romance , heart break , happy ending.Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me bitch , slut, whore ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two

“Goodnight, Damien.” “Goodnight, Lila.” She paused at the doorway. “I’ll clean up the rest in the morning.” “It’ll be done,” I said. She shook her head like she’d expected that answer and left. I stood alone with the hum of machines and the smell of lemon and chocolate and something I could not put back into its box. My phone buzzed again. Vivian: Board ran long. Crash at hotel. See you both in the morning. The universe giveth, the universe taketh away. Mostly giveth me problems.

It was the kind of dust that suggested the shelves hadn't been touched in a long time, that their previous occupant had simply walked away, leaving their mark behind. Her hand moved across the shelf, sweeping and dusting it. With each swipe, she uncovered more dust, more layers of a life that had been left behind. It was strange, the way the dust seemed to hold onto things, refusing to let go. Then, with a soft, dry scratching sound, her fingers brushed against something solid at the very back of the shelf. A book.

And Alex’s love for Amara had long crossed the line where reason ended. ******* Across the city, Roland zipped up a worn leather jacket and walked into a dim motel room that smelled of smoke and cheap cleaning spray. He closed the door with his foot while counting the money in the envelope freshly handed to him. It was more than he expected. Enough to make him grin. On the bed lay a gun—sleek, black, cleaned so well it almost reflected the TV light flickering in the background. He picked it up, weighed it in his hand, then pressed a slow kiss to the metal.

The flowers were from the shop where I clock in and out, a place where the owner once did me a solid. He sought my forgiveness in the most groveling way, bending over backward to win me over. However, how could one piece reshape a bond that had been shattered into bits? All I knew was that Roman, a germophobe, used to whip up meals for Liliana, while I only got a taste of his cooking when he felt guilty enough. All I knew was that Roman had showered Liliana with flowers time and again, yet that was the first time I was on the receiving end.