Good Short Novels & Stories

Everett scooped up a hammer from the floor, glaring daggers at the guy with specs. "Utter one more peep, and believe me, I'll crack your skull open." The cabin went dead quiet, except for the guy's bitter, ragged breathing. Annie peeked out from behind Everett, grinning like the cat that got the cream, and gave her haul of designer goodies an extra little flaunt. She snuggled up to Everett and, as she breezed by me, murmured, "Thanks a bunch for hanging tight, Daniela."

she giggled. "He knows how to cut a man open, so he probably does," I joked. "I'm delivering babies every day and I still can't find the emoji tab in this new text app" "I think you can survive without it, Cleo." "I couldn’t survive without water, but the emojis makes you cool to the younger generation" "You can always drink your own urine Cleo and still survive without emojis" "And die from a bacterial infection? Or from social exclusion?" "You can live off-grip, somewhere in a forest alone"

This is bad. Really, really bad.

It’s just so hard to care when it feels so good. XXX

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

She simpers. Excellent.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

"You know what? You're pathetic. You've already lost one kidney, and now you're down to your last. If you weren't such a useless wreck, you could've hocked the other one and at least split a grave with someone. "Are you mute? Say something!"

Dominic scoffed coldly. "It's a waste to give Dexter the smartwatch. How could someone from the slums even know how to use it? What a terrible waste." He then came up to me and grabbed me by my collar in disgust. "That watch is too dangerous for you. You'd better not let it electrocute you to death. "Also, you reek like hell, just like the slums. You smell so poor that no amount of clothing you wear can ever cover up that foul odor. Go and give yourself a good scrubbing and don't come out until you're squeaky clean, you embarrassing piece of trash!"

"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."