Good Inside Novels & Stories

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

Must her mouth run! " Earth to Tiana" he waved me out of my thoughts. "Never mind about how I got to know, the most important thing right now is 'Are you okay" he said giving me that smile that've got everygirl in Stockfield high crazy I nodded still staring at him. It's a blank argument saying Blake Anthony is not a cute guy. You could just say that because you don't like him. But your conscience will always ring the truth right in your heart. Dark curled hair, blue eyes, smooth skin and a mind blowing pink kisseable lips what else do you want in a guy? He's virtually in all subjects but... I was his only competition.

"We must leave a child for Freda." I ate my meal silently, my heart feeling like it had been torn apart. "Timothy is such a good man." Phillip suddenly looked at me. "Not every husband can be so... tolerant." He deliberately emphasized the word 'tolerant', his eyes full of mockery. Carrie glanced at me coldly. "Timothy has no talent, but he's obedient." Fiona immediately defended me, saying, "Mom, don't say that. Timothy is hardworking." Henry scoffed. "Hardworking? What can a normal employee provide for you, Fiona? Phillip drives a Ferrari and lives in a villa, while Timothy can't even afford a decent watch."

"Girl, I thought the same thing! Could this guy have… stolen it?" To make matters worse, an insider spilled the truth: "I work at A51. That woman isn’t even the real daughter. And the guy? He’s disgusting. He proposed while cheating on his real girlfriend. Plus, he picked the wrong ‘heiress’ to suck up to. What a joke." The online narrative flipped overnight, and the mall’s reputation took a hit as negative reviews poured in.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

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.

Good. “Mafia Boss.” I spat out bitterly. What a piece of dirt. “Just..... leave him.....you got what you want.” He snarled. I ignored his pleas and walked upright to the end of the room. There was a table filled with touring devices, or what we used to call ‘toys’. I picked up my favorite one. A blade made of Damascus steel. I smirked when ran a finger at its sharp tip. “This is perfect for today’s occasion.”

"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