Good Dirt: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Madison, we haven't seen each other in five years! Ever since you saw me, all you've talked about is money. What exactly do you want?" I helplessly turned to Oliver and offered him the cash instead. Oliver looked at the grease-stained bills and smacked my hand away. "You may not have had the elite education Jess grew up with, but at least you used to be a fireworks designer. It wasn't exactly prestigious, but it was decent work." His gaze swept over the plastic bags hanging from wires, the stacks of cardboard boxes piled in the corner, and the half-empty medicine bottle on the coffee table. "You're so desperate to sell this act that you're picking used medicine bottles out of the garbage. T

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

Liam said and gave me a sad smile like I just hurt his feelings. I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt all of a sudden. He is right. I had no right to lump him with the jerks I associate with. He had been nothing but nice to me and last time he didn't touch me inappropriately or try to do anything to me even though I was laying on his bed, completely defenseless. "Sorry..." I mumbled. What did you think of the food?" Liam asked, changing the subject already. It was as if my rude behavior didn't bother him even though just a moment ago he looked so hurt and disappointed. Why is he so nice? It's sickening and I hate it. I hate his kindness!

The sports day was about to begin. Then my phone buzzed. It wasn’t a message from David—but a post from Sophia Sinclair. She’d uploaded a photo of David sitting beside a little boy at a piano, smiling as he guided the boy’s hands over the keys. Her caption read: “What’s it like to have an Alpha for a dad?” My hand went numb around the phone. When I turned, Joseph was still staring out the window. Our eyes met through the glass. He already knew. He turned slowly, his voice quiet but far too mature for his age.

innocent. Alice did not glance her way, her smile unwavering as she faced me, "Someone must've dropped them by accident. You know, mountain bikers come through here sometimes..." "Mountain bikers don't need caltrops," I called out her bluff without missing a beat, my voice anything but friendly. I was not there to play the good little girl. My smile was light, but my gaze was stone-cold. "What I'm saying is, someone's been trying to set me up before I even stepped past the door."

I smile just enough not to ruin the moment, but I don’t say anything, because the truth is different, because I don’t want to be her best friend, I never wanted to be just that, even if I’ve pretended for so long that it was enough. But I also didn’t have the guts to do anything when I should have, when I still had the chance, and now it’s too late, now the best girl I know is with an idiot. And there’s nothing I can do about it. ⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and

"There's 30 grand here. It's part of the money from selling the old house. Keep it. Use it for daily expenses. You can spend it on food you like." She pushed it back. "No, we have retirement income. It's enough. Your dad's rehab costs a lot every month. You already have enough pressure." "Take it." I pressed it into her hand. "Christina is pregnant." She froze. Her face lit up with overwhelming joy. "R-Really?" "Really." I smiled. "Next year, you'll become a grandmother." She was so emotional she couldn't speak. Her tears kept falling. That night, Christina leaned against me and asked, "Have you really forgiven them?"

Before I could make sense of it all, I was pulled back to his side. … When he got home, it seemed he finally remembered me. He started to send me many messages. 'What's your problem this time?' 'Can you stop being unreasonable? I'm exhausted.' 'Why can't you be more understanding? I dealt with a pregnant woman's corpse today. The baby was barely formed. I'm not in a good mood.' 'Not in a good mood?' I sneered inwardly. He destroyed his own child with his own hands. Wasn't he afraid that it would haunt him?

"You like me, don't you? I'll be with you. You've stopped giving me money to force me into this, haven't you? Well, your plan has worked. Are you happy now?" My expression turned frosty, and I said, "Listen up, Jonathan. I don't like you anymore. What makes you think you're worthy of my admiration when you're poor and incapable? Stop harassing me, alright? Don't you think it's shameful for a man to keep asking a woman for money? Can you get that in your head?" He swayed on the spot and looked at me in disbelief. "That can't be… Even if you don't like me anymore, can you help me one last time?"

I hope to edit and update my book in where it lacks, when I get the chance. Thank you all for reading. It's not the best but definitely not the worst. And if you want more, you can check on my books already published on good novel. *THE GOOD GIRL'S UPGRADE.* *MRS XAVIER* or you can proceed to my newly planned books to be released in two weeks. *HE FELL IN LOVE WITH A FREAK* *THE WHITE AMD BLACK JADE* The white and black jade is a historical chinese novel. Focused on the lives of a cultivator who was wrongly treated in his past live.