It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Novels & Stories

“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."

“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."

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.

Shane promised it would make a difference to anyone influenced by Jennifer’s interview. After another poor night’s sleep, Daisy sat across the breakfast table from me in the morning room. She picked at a piece of toast, more of it ending up as crumbs on her plate than in her mouth. She had been avoiding the newspapers and TV. But she needed to read the papers and watch the news today. I folded the Denhurst Gazette and placed it in front of her, with Shane’s latest article facing her. Daisy raised her eyes to meet mine. “What is this?”

Shane snarled on seeing her. Pushing everyone around him away. He grabbed her and smacked her forehead. Then he tossed her onto the shelf of books. Nicole's disbelief that Shane, whom she had just been mourning, turned around and blamed her for something she knew nothing of, shielded her from the pain that bolted through her back like electricity. She couldn't find it in her to scream because her mind had somehow convinced her that it was a dream.

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.

He spat on her in contempt and marched out for more important things. ... Meanwhile, in Ashaihill. Kimberly had just arrived at the Shaw Mansion when she learned of Elmer's grave illness. There, she met her aunt and her only living relative, Cheryl Williams. "You're finally here," Cheryl said, scrutinizing her with disdain. "Why the gloomy look? And what's with the bandages on your body? What happened?" Kimberly instinctively shielded her arm; the knife slashes would need time to heal fully. Cheryl's face twisted in displeasure. "Elmer prizes poise and appearance. Showing up injured like this—how do you expect him to see you?"