In Too Deep Novels & Stories

It felt like a fist squeezing my chest. "I'm sorry, but your balance is zero. You're not our client. Our staff are busy. We're not searching the streets for a non-client." "Two kilometers? Even if you were two feet away, your balance would still be zero." Her voice went flat. "Sorry, Ms. Keyne. I have work to do. Please come recharge as soon as possible." Click. The line went dead. I stared at the endless line of red taillights. Despair hit from deep inside.

"Oh, please. You had more places to go than you could possibly choose from. Imperia has enough hotels for you to stay in a different one for the rest of your life. You could have bought fresh clothes from any random mall, yet here you are, half-naked in another man's wife's house." Chris froze up. He had no comeback, so he immediately looked at Sonia like an injured puppy begging for help. "Quincy—" I shut her down before she could start, "Shut up. I don't want to hear your voice."

Cheryl could feel The One's cell phone vibrating from her jacket pocket, but Cheryl let it be because if the one picked up, Cheryl guaranteed the event together they would be over. "But if we both jump in, it seems fun." Cheryl shook her head. She is not good at swimming, and she is afraid of drowning. Cheryl includes a phobia of depth, and the girl likes to imagine that underwater, there are many wild animals ready to pounce on her, making Cheryl always anxious. "Already come on." "B-but." Byar!!!

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

*** The operation dragged on for hours. Knocked out under anesthesia, my dreams went wild—Axel playing piano, proposing, getting married. Year after year, life looked simple from the outside. Underneath, it had been full of real happiness. For him, I changed. Pushed harder. Fought to stand tall in a department built for men. Axel... I'd imagined a thousand ways we'd end. Never pictured this. When I woke up, I was alone in a hospital room. The doctor told me the baby didn't make it.