Good Inside Novels & Stories

Then I pressed harder, slowly dismantling his composure piece by piece. "The truth is, I've figured something out lately. Right now, you're nothing more than a temporary novelty to Leighton. She's attracted to your youth. You make her feel excited. It's only natural for someone to lose their way for a while. "A few years from now, when she's bored of you, she won't have lost anything. "Or maybe it'll happen even sooner. Once she and I have a child, I doubt she'll have the energy to juggle two men."

Anna I did good. It feels so good to do good. Buying presents for Riven and Kennedy was everything I hoped it would be. It’s not just in the way they say thanks over and over, and it’s not in the way I feel so proud as Riven places his present up on the cabinet where the other one used to be. It’s not even in the way Kennedy looks so fine as he tries his new tie on over his shirt. It’s in the way they smile, the way they look at me.

She looks at me as if asking what the hell I'm talking about. "That friendly gesture with that girl!" I stated. "What? Is it bad to be good?" she asked back. "Haha! No, it is not, It's just not like you" "Lol! I think Rox is kind! We can befriend her!" "Don't know! As you've said, she's kind so we're complete opposite" I saw her shake her head at what I said. I just shrugged. The great Black approaches someone and treats her nicely. I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black.

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No way. "I forgive you, model girl. I have to if I want a good grade in this class. But no more parties. I only want to focus on this assignment. I'm sorry about your bad news. You seemed kind of down at the beach when we met. I won't share your secrets if you need someone to vent to that, I promise you. Even models need to vent, right?"

It was simply doing the work I had built it to do. Kael arrived with coffee while I was still standing there. He set both mugs on the work table and came up behind me, arms settling around my waist, chin resting against my hair. “Already?” he asked. “Already.” I leaned back into him. “It’s not dramatic growth. It’s steady. I think I prefer it that way.” “Steady lasts longer.” We carried the basket inside and made a late breakfast around the greens again—eggs, toast, the bright mineral taste of leaves that had never touched open frost.

The more he acted like he did not love me, the more insignificant I became. He used this tactic for seven years. A gleam of sharpness flashed across Henry's eyes as the green light flashed, and he drove away from the intersection. … Back at the company, just as Henry was about to lie down, his phone lit up. This time, it was a text message: [Be happy.] Sender: Serena Clarke. Bang! Henry kicked the coffee table next to him with a gloomy expression.

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.]