Good Dirt: A Novel Novels & Stories

Dominic scoffed coldly. "It's a waste to give Dexter the smartwatch. How could someone from the slums even know how to use it? What a terrible waste." He then came up to me and grabbed me by my collar in disgust. "That watch is too dangerous for you. You'd better not let it electrocute you to death. "Also, you reek like hell, just like the slums. You smell so poor that no amount of clothing you wear can ever cover up that foul odor. Go and give yourself a good scrubbing and don't come out until you're squeaky clean, you embarrassing piece of trash!"

He pushed open the gate and entered. The moon shone extra bright that night. By its light, Kyson's eyes fell upon the messy vegetable patches in the yard. The two modest plots of land now looked abandoned. It was clear they had been tilled by a seasoned farmer. The soil was perfectly leveled and meticulously planned. However, the harmony was fractured by a few stray, messy sprouts pushing through the surface. His hand itched in his pocket. Kyson pulled out his lighter, then paused before flicking it open.

I instinctively wrapped my arm around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his neck as he carried me towards our bedroom. Upon lying me down on the bed, made of sheets of magic soil that seemed to come alive beneath me, I felt a wave of energy wash over me. The earth beneath me seemed to pulsate with healing power as it enveloped my body. I could feel the warmth and vitality seeping into my skin, rejuvenating me from within.

“You want to talk while you tear down everything I love? You stand there acting like you care, but we both know this is just another game. You destroy things, Damien. People, businesses. That text was right—you ruin whatever you touch.” His hand shot out, gripping her arm, pulling her closer under the weak awning that did nothing to shield them. “You don’t know shit about what I’ve built or what I’ve lost. You think your little bookstore is the center of the universe? Grow up. The world doesn’t stop for rose bushes and storytime.”

Today was the day we were supposed to go to the bridal shop for my gown fitting and set our wedding date. I waited in the bridal shop from noon until dark, but Lorenzo never showed up. That night, I got a call from his buddy, Marco, at ten o’clock. “Naomi, there’s been an accident. Lorenzo was jumped in Brooklyn. He’s been taken to the ER—” I cut him off. “Is he there because of Gianna again?” Marco stammered, “Gianna had her eye on a penthouse in Tribeca…. Lorenzo was caught moving some funds from the books, and the commission…

With that I dashed out of the kitchen " You cannot say thank you abi!!!" I heard Omale shout from the kitchen. " Come and collect it!!" I shout back "Can you guys just shut up" that was George. I would say he was the nerd of the house. Always reading, I read too but his own was just too much. He hated noise...any form of noise, and guess the worst, he believed in being a virgin still marriage, so he found our acts very irritating. Lol... Sometimes I wonder why God decided to waste such beauty on his kind of personality. But sometimes he breaks out of that his shell. It rarely happens sha.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED BOOK ONE: Available on Good Novel, D****e, M********r, H*****l, Joyreads, Aphanovel, I****y, I*****r, FameInk, Fillnovel, Novel oasis, N******t, Novelsky, Novelsago.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Back home, I earned the Best Flight Attendant title for seven consecutive years. Here, I knew I could achieve the same. More than that, I could finally do all the things I had once set aside to be with Kit. Skiing, mountain climbing, skydiving, chasing the northern lights—so many dreams now waited to be lived. But what I didn’t expect was that, on my second day in Solara, as I returned home from work, I found Kit standing at my door. As a pilot, he never drank, yet that night, his entire body reeked of alcohol.