It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Novels & Stories

It’s not making any sense. Holden said it would be better for all of us to go home early. Calling today stressful would be an understatement. I need a strong drink and a soak in the hot tub. Amelia had headed home before I did so I am sure she will be waiting for me when I get home. I really don’t want any company tonight. I don’t know how we are going to recover from having to cancel the meeting with the zoning commissioner. It is still nagging at the back of my mind as to what happened to those files. Months of work shot to hell in the matter of hours. I am going to hire an IT firm as soon as I can to get our servers upgraded. We can’t afford for anything else to happen. Mayson was beating

The triumphant moment he had imagined almost everyday for six years in prison now felt hollow. And he couldn’t tell if that was what broke his heartbreak more. Shanon King lingered in the corner behind him, hands folded neatly across his chest. His usual confidence was softened, replaced by a cautious warmth as he approached. “You did well today, Dawson,” Shanon said quietly, his voice barely above the hum of the city beyond. He slid a slim, leather-bound folder across the table. Cillian’s fingers closed around it, the texture oddly cold against his skin. He didn’t look at Shanon.

Yet my heart fell for him. A humourless chuckle left my mouth. I’m terrible at making relationship decisions, I guess. At first, I dated Liam, a psycho with multiple personalities, and I never knew. Then, I dated his father, a murderer and crime lord. Now, I’m trapped, paying the consequences of my bad decisions. My life is a cruel joke. “What a nice shower.” Bianca’s voice rips through my thoughts. I look up, not surprised to see her fully naked. She’s drying her hair with a towel. “After running through the woods searching for your sorry ass, this cold shower is the best stress reliever.”

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

" Her senses were blank. She was saying it without thinking. "No, actually, I'm the worst person here." I'm the worst person ever in this world who fell in love. who fell in love with her tormentor. I hate myself more than you. How could I believe you? Why? Why do I trust you? " She cried and fell to the floor. "Baby, listen. You can tell me what has happened. I can clear myself if you have any misunderstanding." Kyle approached her and tried to take her hand. Ashlyn pushed him.

Slightly more annoyed at Lisa for the injuries making me not be able to have Dax. The next day me and Dax went down to the dungeon. You could feel the cold as you desended the steps down. It was so dark and it had a horrible scent, it was a mix of wee and feaces. I scrunched my nose up at the smell. We walked down the centre to get to her cell, when we walked past one cell Shanaya came to the bars and smiled at me. "It is a shame we didn't kill you, you bitch." Dax let out such a loud growl and ran to the bars. Shanaya backed off so quickly with huge fear in her eyes.

Playlist~ Emma Bale - All I Want Jay was still in shock when he saw his friend lying down there lifeless. Of all the worst things he might have expected, this was beyond expectations. His legs were wobbling and his body shuddered and his eyes were getting blurry with tears. His legs couldn't carry him to where Drake's body was lying.

His eyes now shining a dangerous red as he grabbed a hold of her hand and sunk his fangs into her bloodied wrist. He sucked and sucked, closing his eyes to savour the feeling. His hunger was slowly fading away, with every greedy suck of her blood he took; he couldn't get enough. He kept drinking and drinking till he heard Giselle whimper. He snapped out of his frenzy to find a pale Giselle smiling weakly at him. She looked tired, drained and in pain. He could tell she was lightheaded, he had taken too much of her blood. He had been selfish and greedy again. "Fuck." He cursed himself for giving in and not controlling himself but he needed to tend to her first.

Pressed her palm to the knob. Twisted. It didn’t move. Of course it didn’t. Her body sagged under the weight of knowing. She crossed back to the bed, crawled under the covers, and curled up against the farthest edge—where his scent was weakest. And this time, when sleep pulled her under, it wasn’t rest. It was retreat. Because the ache in her muscles was nothing—nothing—compared to the quiet scream buried deep inside her soul. Several hours had passed before David returned.

He wondered if maybe there was a way to steer Damian away from this dark path and help him see reason. Deep down, Dawson couldn't shake the feeling that love should never lead to violence, especially not towards innocent people. He knew he had to find a way to approach Damian, to make him understand the devastating consequences of his actions. Taking a deep breath, Dawson Sebastiand himself for a difficult confrontation. He knew it wouldn't be easy to challenge Damian's beliefs, but the well-being of everyone involved outweighed any discomfort. Dawson resolved to approach the conversation with empathy and understanding, hoping to remind Damian of the values they shared and the potential cons