Good Inside Novels & Stories

The hypocrisy nearly made me sick. Fortunately, Harley arrived just in time.

Of course, I used his wealth to surround myself with a new, younger crowd. You see, this was why it was important to be content. Contentment led to happiness. The End.

Really listen. “Somewhere that’ll bring the badass out of you.”

"I'm very good at consolation." "I bet you are."

Seriously, if he really cared about me, would he play the comparison game when I was feeling like death warmed over? "Oops, Harriet's allergic, my bad, totally slipped my mind," Yvonne cooed, her words dripping with fake pity. "I just love seafood, and Lucas, bless him, he's always going along with it." I just flashed her a tight smile and shot back, "Yeah, he's super considerate of you." Lucas's face turned stormy, and he slammed his cutlery down like he was trying to make a point. Mad? I was just calling it like I saw it. What was he mad about?

I stood there with my head bowed, silently swallowing his scorn. Before long, the sound of the front door closing echoed through the quiet house. I slowly looked up, staring at the empty living room. The sunlight streaming in was still warm, but it did nothing to melt the chill inside me. I sank into the couch and rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of it all. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and a new notification popped up on the screen. I tapped it open without thinking. [Your card ending in 5587 has been charged 158,600 dollars.]

Lena What I liked about this gym when I first came here was that it was close to work, and it was quiet. I never liked big crowds, so I avoided places with lots of people. I avoided conversations with people as well, so I guessed I could be a little agoraphobic. Or maybe I was just fine. Being cautious never hurt anyone. As I walked inside, the woman at the front desk smiled widely at me. She always does that, not just to me but to everyone. It was her job to do so, and she was good at it and so pretty.

He wouldn’t be good for my heart. Dane: You’re fucking perfect.

She just glanced at the two people who visited Shawn as if they weren't important enough to get her attention, and then her gaze stopped at Shawn. The guy was different from his two friends, who looked like homeless people. Shawn, minus the scars on his face, the piercings in his ears, the tattoos on his arms, or even his long messy hair, Jocelyn was sure he could still look neat and classy. His skin was bright and clean. His body is also tall and proportional. His facial structure is excellent, could even say handsome. Well, maybe it was also due to mixed races because usually, mixed-blood didn't look so poor when they really were. And Jocelyn was sure Shawn wasn't pure Indonesian, judging

I whisper against her skin as I stay still, waiting for her to curse me and push me off her. “Yes?” I ask. She says nothing. I lean up and slowly pull out of her and she let out a soft erotic moan. Then, I drive straight into her again. Hard. She gasps, her eyes flying open before meeting mine. “This feels so…” she stutters. Please say good and not horrible because my dick will fall off if I have to stop now. “Insane.” She completes, hands pinned above her head in forced submission. I pull out of her again, torturously slow before driving back into her warm sleek tunnel with force. She buckles in my hold, her gaze flashing to where we are connected.