Novel & Cerita Good Dirt: A Novel

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 slid off my barstool, my legs slightly unsteady from the whiskey. But I didn't back away. Instead, I stepped directly into his personal space, closing the distance until my damp dress brushed against his expensive suit trousers. I was completely surrounded by him. I reached up, my hand trembling slightly as I wrapped my fingers loosely around the back of his neck. His skin was burning hot against my cold palms. “Will you give me a good time, Alpha? Will you make me forget?” His eyes darkened instantly, his pupils dilating until they were almost entirely black. The cedar scent in the air turned thick and possessive.

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“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.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON three weeks later I tapped my cigarette on the table as I gazed out the window, Blood dripped down my face with my ribs burning and the lit cigarette in my hand. I was covered in fresh warm blood. It's not mine , it's for that fucking dead bastard who owed me ten fucking grand along with 20-balls of coke. It's warm outside, the sun is bright and there isn't a sight of clouds. Birds chirped, the wind blowing causing the large trees to dance with the wind.