It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Mr. Ford, tell me, what's wrong with me compared to Haley? Why would you choose her over me?" The effects of the drug had started to take hold, and Shane was enduring immense agony. Flames surged and churned in his chest, like rising floodwaters on the brink of breaking the dam. His clear consciousness was being eroded. A buzzing sound pierced his ears, tearing through his eardrums. He needed a quiet place to be alone, or he dared not imagine what might happen. But Stella kept pestering him, refusing to let go of his coat hem. "Mr. Ford, I just want an answer! Are you really looking down on me so much that you won't even let me get close?"

“How could you even think that? You know as well as I do that Heather loves our boys.” “I know, it’s just that I can understand how Reed and Lucas would be feeling. They messed up three years ago, just like I did with you. So I know that feeling of losing something dear to you. I don’t know how they have held it together as well as they did. I know that they had their problems, but they turned themselves around.” Shane kind of zoned out staring at the ceiling. “I almost fell apart during that year. You wouldn’t talk to me. I don’t know how they survived three. Add in the shit with Keegan and Avery, plus Meg and April missing, and Quinn. I don’t think I would have handled it as well at their

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Dahlia pov You never really feel the pain until your mind processes it and your world finally turns upside down, and im sure if you ask anyone who has been abused they will always say that it never really does get better, they just learn to lie with the thoughts encasing their mind every day, pain doesn't care if you are with family or friends, it doesn't care that you might be happy for the first time in months or years, it doesn't care about you, and it never will. its not like you can say 'hey pain fuck off' because I don't think It will listen to you. Maybe with time things will heal, but the scars remain for eternity, and they will always remain there, they will be the thing that hurts

“I mean, everyone was busy cracking their ribs with laughter, so I'm not sure.” Susan wiped her eyes. “I’m crying. I’m actually crying right now.” I smiled, watching her. Moments like this felt… normal. Easy. Like nothing in the world was wrong, like there was absolutely no trace that everything would go wrong. But underneath that warmth, something cold still lingered, because I knew something she didn’t. I knew how things ended, or would end if I didn't do something about it. And the worst part was I didn’t know when, or how, everything would start to fall apart again. The goal was to stop it completely.

Shane asked. “A lot. I have done much worse to you than this and you're going to hit me over that?” “I've hit over less before,” he said coldly. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me,” I said and touched my nose. “Grateful for not breaking it. I don't want to go for another surgery.” “Why are you this evil, Dwayne? I thought you changed? I thought you wanted to be better?” Shane asked. “I'm trying to.” “I don't see it. This isn't showing you changing one bit. Why would you go as far as scaring her so much that she had to ruin Lucy's reputation? You made her turn against…”

Shane had stripped her of her phone, forced the manager to make her settle the bill, and when she couldn’t, she vanished the moment his plane took off. The Collins family was in uproar, searching for their daughter, even suing the Dawsons. However, the Dawsons were bankrupt, so there was no compensation left to claim. Shane had collapsed into ruin, unkempt, unshaven, and half-mad. Tania loved the Spanish castle, and so she remained trapped there forever, whereas Shane swore I couldn’t live without him, yet when I left, he was the one who couldn’t live at all. "Is it satisfying? If not, I can add more fuel to the fire," Ryan teased, eager, offering me a sip of water.

Every single person frowned to express their displeasure. Shane said in a deep voice, “Uncle, have you developed dementia? Zayn was born bad, and he has had a penchant for rebelling since he was young, just like his deceased mother. If we were to take him back for real, every one of us will be played by him when he grows more powerful.”

Like something was still weighing him down. I cleared my throat, leaning forward slightly. “How have you been, man?” My voice was casual, but getting past everything that had happened in the past wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. Still, I had given Aurora my word that I would try my best. Shane exhaled sharply, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t get into trouble, if that’s what you’re asking.” His voice was light, but there was an edge to it, something heavier underneath. He took a slow sip of his drink, his fingers tightening around the glass. “But... It wasn't easy. I felt like I was going crazy being away. My wolf—” He shook his head, jaw clenching for a second before contin