Good Dirt: A Novel Novels & Stories

His skin was warmer than the wool. We stayed like that for a stretch of minutes that refused to be counted. The rain softened against the windows, then returned in a sudden hard sheet that made the glass tremble. Somewhere in the stacks a single book gave up its grip and hit the floor with a muffled sound. Neither of us went to investigate. “Tell me something ordinary, Julian” I said. “Ordinary.” “Since we are stuck together till God knows when, I figured we could get to know each-other deeper.”

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!

I cleaned up my plate and went to prepare for the dinner. I had waited for hours before Jason’s car finally pulled up in the driveway. I found my way to his car and was about to open the passenger seat when a hand stopped me. “I’m sorry Mrs. Graham, I get car sick so Mr. Graham said I could seat here, I hope you don’t mind” I just stared at her, the passenger seat was filled with stickers and a large sticker that said Katie caught my eyes. Jason noticing what I was looking at said. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Katie is just a child and likes to decorate”

Mom, XOXO' Violet immediately lifted the thin mattress and discovered a piece of paper nicely folded and sitting there with a bar of dark chocolate. She giggled at the chocolate because this was the first time someone gave her something sweet after Kiara's incident. She hugged it to her chest as with her other hand she unfolded the letter and began reading it. 'Dear daughter,

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?

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.