It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Novels & Stories

What was it about this time that made me feel this way? When I felt his struggles lesson, I knew that his life was slowly draining from him. I could end things quickly and just rip his throat out, but there was a pleasure in knowing his life was slowly fading from his body. Thinking about what my father must have gone through, what Tate went through, and what Shane’s actions inadvertently did to my life, I felt invigorated by taking his life.

Shane's body trembled as soon as he witness an ally's body turning into ashes because of his own body and weapon which he can't control. He started targeting more of his allies which fought as hard as they could but the ability of the dagger to turn one into ashes as soob as it penetrates your skin is insanelu terrifying. Shane kept on crying as he fights against his will. Then all of a sudden, he dropped his dagger and his body fell into the ground. That was the only moment when he felt his body's heaviness, pain and tiredness. The puppeteer has overworked Shane's muscles and the pain he received from fighting his allies has just kick in.

His eyelids droop and I cry as a ghost of his cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “You’re always running from me. Didn’t I tell you? I’d follow you to hell. I’ll follow you into th--” Shane doesn’t finish his sentence. His eyes stare up at me blankly, the smile is still there, and his lips are parted. For a moment, I stare at him waiting for him to finish what he was saying. Even though I know what he was saying. Even though I knew he was telling me he would follow me into the next life. He was telling me he would chase me. He was telling me he’d never let me go. I dropped my head to his chest, my fingers balled into fists as the dam opened. My tears flowed, my cries fell from my li

the toilet stalls were empty, each and every single one of them. and there it was, the pool of blood on the tiled floor. it was this sight that made his entire body go cold. And no, Shane wasn't afraid of blood, in fact, he had handled a lot of Bloody cases in his lifetime, when you've taken as many lives as he had, being drenched in blood wouldn't be such a big deal. but the thought that the blood could belong to someone he was supposed to protect, someone who was innocent and didn't belong in the Mad Pact, it made his heart clench in regret and immense guilt. Damnit!! Damnit! why had he left her alone? why did he think she was going to be fine on her own? even for a single second, there wa

Shane on the rocky ground. "Mrs. Shane! Are you alright?" Damian rushed immediately to her aid when he saw that she was lying on the dirt and couldn't get up. Her elbows had bruises and her eyes were drowned in tears as she watched her little food stall being razed to the ground. "Don't you have conscience? This place is the only thing we have!" Damian shouted. Mrs. Shane was still wobbling when Damian helped her get up. She held his shoulder trying to calm him down. "Damian, where are we going now? I don't have any places to go. You know I live by myself and this...!" she couldn't continue what she was trying to say as her chest felt tightened and couldn't breathe.

She said he was different and I think I've seen it now. But how different can he get? A part of me still wanted to test him and drive him wild. That, I will do. * Shane's POV I can't breathe! "Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!" I kept counting my shaky fingers as I took in deep breaths. I was sitting under the cold running shower but it wasn't helping to ease the anxiety that sprouted across my body.

We haven't even had a proper date yet and I already have to let her go. "You ruined my life. If it wasn't for you, I would never have met Daisy. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had my career potential dashed. I can't write shit without the drugs and when I start, I don't know how to stop. I have to run back here, a failure." Shane counters. He sits up, he doesn't shy away from my hard gaze. He fixes me with one of his. It reminds me of our last days together, and all the conflicting fights and arguments. We never had a middle ground and we won't now. He is still the same unreasonably self centered kid I know. I don't know if it is good that he didn't change on that aspect.

Before she knew it, her cheeks were pink, while she smiled from ear to ear. Shane spend approximately 30 minutes at the library before he walked out with a stack of books under his arm. He knew that he had to be serious with his studies and that he shouldn’t half-ass it like he used to do when he was still in high school. There was a lot riding on him getting his degree. He realised all that, but the most pressing matter was the fact that he needed to get his hands on some money if he didn’t want to live on the streets.

“Even when your hands shake with restraint.” His mouth tightens, emotion flashing. “You shouldn’t have to watch me fight myself.” “I’m not watching,” I whisper. “I’m staying.” Dawson’s eyes close briefly, and when he opens them, they shine like pain turned into something softer. “My therapist said shame is the danger,” he murmurs, as if reminding himself. “So I’m trying not to drown in it.” I reach for his hand again. “Good.” A knock at the door interrupts, two sharp taps.

she deadpanned him and walked past him, slightly brushing his side with her shoulder. “Hey! I’m still talking to you. Do you think it's great to make everyone worried when you’re actually having fun looking at your ugly face in the mirror? That’s too lame, Audrey. You don’t have to pretend sick just so you’ll get attention,” Shane muttered. His words lit the already calmed fire inside her head, and she started to feel hot like smoke was coming out from her ears and nose. She wanted to squish his face until it completely flattened, so he’d know what it means to be ugly and how he would look like if he tried to become one.