It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Novels & Stories

" 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.

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.

She claws at his hand trying to get free. “Say it!” He shouts, spraying spit onto Keira’s face. “Nothing. I wasn’t going to-“ Keira continues to struggle to speak. Dawson lifts her off the ground and slams her head into the wall again. Keira whimpers under her mates grip. He leans into her, his scent surrounding her. His scent used to bring her comfort, but right now she feels nothing but fear. She doesn’t know when it got so bad and why, but she knew she hated herself for being so weak. Then Keira’s savior, a knock at the bedroom door, interrupts Dawson’s cruel ritual.

‘It wasn’t Ares, and it sure as shit wasn’t me. ‘If you hadn’t gone, none of this would’ve happened.’ I gritted my teeth, a low growl rumbling in my throat. ‘That’s not true.’ I expected her to lunge at me again, but she trembled all over and sunk, belly-first, onto the snow. ‘Damon is gone. And I… I can’t think straight. Not even for a second, not anymore. Everyone said it would get easier. It doesn’t. It gets worse, every single day. It’s like my head isn’t my own anymore. It’s always pounding. It’s a drumbeat – no, it’s a battle song. And it’s driving me mad, Haile.’

Shane was kicked on his broken legs, causing him to wail in pain. He truly panicked right now. He lost his legs and the protection of the Seay family. His life in the future would be very miserable. He cried loudly. “Grandpa, Grandpa. Please withdraw your order. I know my mistakes, I really do know my mistakes. Please don’t expel me from the family. I’ll change, I’ll surely change. Give me another chance, Grandpa…” “Piss off, I’m not your grandpa!” Nelson kicked Shane away who was trying to crawl up on him.

And when he got drunk, he'd go home and beat his wife. Stacey worked herself to the bone to support him, taking on hard and exhausting labor. She'd work late into the night, only to return home and get beaten. She cried every day until one day, something happened. When Shane and his good-for-nothing buddies secretly went into the mountains to hunt rabbits, he somehow stepped on an old grave mound. The grave was so old that the coffin inside had completely rotted, so Shane fell straight into it and lost consciousness.

*Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.* My hands shook so hard the phone almost slipped from my grip. I set it flat on the table, both palms pressed against the screen to hold it steady, and forced myself to keep reading. *I know how this sounds, coming from a dead man you trusted to warn you too late. But I need you to understand one thing before you decide I've lost my mind. This isn't jealousy, and it isn't paranoia. Weeks ago, I found money moving through the company that shouldn't exist. Accounts I never opened. Transfers I never approved. Someone inside Delaney Holdings has been building a plan in the dark, and I don't yet know how deep it runs.*

Like something dying inside her. The bathwater trembled with her shaking. Still, she didn’t move. Because there was nowhere to go. This was her world now—bolted doors, locked windows, whispered apologies that bled into commands. She had prayed. Sometimes she still did. But Heaven didn’t answer. Only David did. Only his boots on the floor. His hand on her skin. His voice in her ear—soft, sweet, lethal. Eventually, her breathing slowed. She reached for the drain.

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