Good Short Novels & Stories

“So I fell short on the funds? Do you need to go out of your way to point that out? After all the years I’ve cared for you, must you get upset over a bit of money? “You’re nothing like your sister. You are a thankless brat.” Sitting next to me, Tania glanced at my phone before looking up and uttering, “Oh, it is just four hundred dollars, Susan.” Susan let out a strained chuckle in embarrassment. “My eyesight isn’t what it used to be. I must have missed a zero.” She glared at me. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Susan reluctantly transferred me the rest of the funds, her voice stiff when she said, “There you go. You have the money. Now, get us a decent spread. Don’t keep everybody wait

“Good” *****

Nothing about his look tells me this is a good thing. ##########

Interesting. * * *

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.

It was way too sexy. The closer she got to my car, the harder my cock became. Her face had some touch of makeup, she didn’t overdo it. It was just perfect and way different from the one that the girls that I used to fuck applied on their faces. The black dress looked so good on her bronze skin. The black high heels with the red bottom were a perfect match for the dress. The diamond earrings and red lipstick made her face even more beautiful. Without being able to control myself, I opened my door and walked towards her. She looked so beautiful. I held her hand and led her to my car.

The sky looked heavy, swollen with rain. "It looks like it's going to rain," she murmured absentmindedly, her gaze lingering on the brooding horizon. Alvin nodded, his eyes following hers. "Another reason why it’s better for us to stay put for now. Long drives in the rain can be treacherous," he remarked before taking another slow sip, his voice rich with the same calm certainty that seemed to seep into everything he did.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

He smiled until his dimple formed. Udin looked back and found Tukijo daydreaming. He threw an English dictionary measuring 5×8 cm with a thickness of 2 inches towards Tukijo. However, Tukijo had strong instincts. He immediately caught the dictionary with his hands. "Caught. Bleeeee," teased Tukijo sticking out his tongue. "I'll keep this dictionary, how does it feel to follow English lessons without a dictionary?" Tukijo's behavior made Udin annoyed. "Return!" Udin was standing on Markonah's table preparing to ambush Tukijo.

At work, if you want to be good, you will be called the chief's servant Good ; to be well; it means to be on the side of glory; And it is a personal matter for you only. You are not required to tell anyone. If you keep it secret, then this means that you are good. If you are proud of him, you will appear to be a proud person of his idealism. And if you interfere in the lives of others, and try to fix their situation, you will appear to be a reformer. Just make a decision to be on the side of glory, and not say a word.