Im Not Ok Novels & Stories

Not yet. Not yet.

“As long as you’re ok.” “Yeah, well, I’m pretty much stuck at home and I got bored. I almost messed up though.” “Either way, they looked ok.”

Not now. Not ever.

Today was not one of those days. What is wrong with me? * * *

"Am still waiting!" "I got no shit to tell you! Like seriously what is your fucking problem?! Am old enough to have a hickey! And kiss girls! And party too! You can't cage me like some pathetic shit! I gotta live not lean on some dumbass! If you aren't proud of my shit then fuck off!" The seconds those stunning words left my lips I found myself in a really uncomfortable position. My fault, why couldn't you shut the fuck up Zack! Do you have to be so bratty?

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

She hadn't really expected the call at all. "Who was that?" Barbie questioned, a teasing smile on her lips. "Someone I met three years ago." And someone she dated for four months. … @Baddie.Mel To my fans that I have let down and to those who have put their trust in me, I sincerely apologize. I assure you, though, that audio has nothing to do with me. I don't know where my sister @Paula Maillet found it but I know she did it because she was annoyed at me.

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

I said slowly, “the pack will let him decide what happens.” Mara didn’t deny it. “Without rank or protection, you have no leverage here.” I looked down at myself, at the life I hadn’t known I was carrying. Then I looked back up. “Then I won’t stay.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?