It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Novels & Stories

Shane As I forced one foot in front of the other the cold night air kissed at my own wounds. It tickled and a shiver went down my spine. I couldn’t feel anything and that probably wasn’t good, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. The material of my shirt clung to the skin on my back. The more steps I took the colder my heart grew. I knew this was the best I could do right now, but it didn’t make it any easier.

POV Noralyn I should have never come. I walk out of the warehouse, my heart beating fast in my chest as if it could sense the danger following, I know that this night is gonna be one where my nightmares come back again to haunt me. I might still be powerless against my demons, however those four jerks that are following me I can handle them. I pretend not to notice that they are after me and engage in a dark alley that has no exit then when I turn around to retrace my steps, there they are waiting for me.

Woody's sacrifice would've been worth it. After all, Shane was just a lecturer. Teaching was the only thing he knew how to do. Meanwhile, developing and maintaining connections would require skill. That was something Shane was bad at. Who would've thought that the letter of forgiveness was acquired through Shane's money, which he scraped together by selling his house and borrowing from loan sharks? Dickson felt a chill down his spine. He could no longer take the pressure and was about to tell the truth. "The truth is …" "The truth is that they weren't the only ones that sold their house. We sold our house, too."

“Money has nothing to do with it.” “Just as long as he can fuck you well, right?” What the hell was his problem? Shane was always sweet and caring. On occasion I saw an edgier side to him when I rubbed him the wrong way, but this was something different. “Forget about it, it’s all good.” He walked back inside. What. The. Hell. Is. With. This. Day. I needed to go home and start over. At least, I wished that was something that I could do. But us bad bitches, can’t take things like this lying down.

Shane asked I sighed “I told you already, she needed help” “Oh come on, everyone needs help and you don’t offer help” “Well am a good person, I help who I see in trouble” “No, you are not a good person” Shane said “And you don’t care about other people” “Well, I’ve changed” Shane snorted “You? Change, yeah right” “You don’t need to believe me” I said “I thought she was your new toy,” he said “She is beautiful and your type of toy” He added

Shane's words were slurred with pain, but Melanie understood him clearly. Wiping her mouth angrily, Melanie spat several times in disgust. "Bite you? I haven't even kicked you yet! Let me tell you, Shane, taking advantage of me is not that easy." Shane hissed in pain, feeling like he had never had a good moment since meeting Melanie. The person in charge entered, walking up to Shane and whispering in his ear, "Mr. Bancroft, there’s been another collapse below. Rescue efforts are encountering more obstacles, and the situation is becoming increasingly complicated."

The assistant cautiously handed over freshly ground coffee, patiently advising, "Sir, please calm down." Shane, engulfed in rage, forgot all about gentlemanly behavior. He turned to the assistant with a fierce glare, his wide-opened eyes resembling fiery orbs. "Calm down? Those idiots spent so much money and failed to handle such a trivial matter. How dare they come back to me and ask for more money? Have they gone mad?" To bring down the Duncan Corporation's several branches in Casier, Shane exerted great effort to gather this group of hackers and offered them a substantial task reward.

“Yeah. You know, letting you sweat it out before he drops the hammer. That’s how Lucas does, like the Chloe stuff. He allowed you to stress over it, because it gave him joy.” I groaned loudly, dragging a hand down my face. “Great. So instead of ripping the bandage off now, he’s just going to torture me with the anticipation.” “Pretty much,” Shane said, far too amused. I shot him a glare, but he only grinned wider. “Lucas is a sadist.” I mumbled. Shane shrugged. “You won’t hear me argue.” Suddenly, Shane stared at me. I frowned, opening my mouth to ask. But after a pause, he nodded. “Well… you look better. You no longer look like a casualty from war.”

I attempted not to appear too anxious but was drowning in debt. He let out a breath. "Shane helped you with it, didn't he?" "Why do you think so?" "Because you're fucking me over good if I don't succeed in shoving it down people's throats.". "Won't be a problem if you're planning to help me make it big." "You need to watch out for Shane Blackthorn a lot." He changed the subject. "And why is that?" "He's darker than the Mariana Trench in the dead of night. Also dangerous-those underworld affairs. And you know what it's like. When hell breaks loose, everybody around you gets stained."

I walked the driveway twice until the shaking stopped and then I climbed into the Rover and floored it downtown. The city blurred past in streaks of red and gold as I rolled the window down and let the wind rip through the cab. It didn’t help, actually nothing helped. Dad’s voice kept looping in my head: Settle down, Zane, stop embarrassing the family. Come back to the company like a good little heir. As if I ever wanted the chair behind that desk, as if Connor dying on that boat five years ago didn’t prove I destroy everything I touch.