It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Novels & Stories

He placed his laptop in front of him, the glow of the screen lighting his features. “Let’s go over what you saw today,” he said, his voice shifting into the kind of tone he used at work—calm, direct and controlled. “Names, faces, weaknesses. I don’t care how small the detail, it could be the thread we pull.”he growled. The flicker of satisfaction that ran through me was impossible to hide. This was why Shane was dangerous—not because of his fists or his gun, but because he knew how to dismantle an empire without the empire realizing it was already crumbling.

Shane looked cautiously at Jayden and said, "Jayden, is… is it really wise of us to go and cause trouble for Sebastian like this?" The beating had considerably sobered him up. The booklet Anthony had given Jayden didn't seem to be of much use. "Don't worry, Sebastian is in big trouble as it is. We have a sect. Would he dare to offend us?" Jayden was extremely confident. Shane had his doubts, but since he had already thrown his lot in with Jayden, he had no choice but to accept his fate. After they went to the hospital to get their wounds dressed, Shane bought himself a pair of crutches. He was in a much better mood once he leaned on the crutches. At least it wouldn't hurt so much to walk.

I have a tendency of fearing the worst in any situation, so my mind was taking up the time that it wasn’t listening to my gut and begin to make up even worse scenarios in my mind. What if Shane fell down the stairs to his apartment and is currently laying on the floor unable to get up? What if Shane got into some altercation and is injured somewhere and needs our help? What if he crashed his car? There were so many different things going around my head, I began to feel sick.

“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

Shane, sensing something was off, narrowed his eyes. "Wait a second… Why do you sound so down? Don’t tell me—did you get rejected? Did Stellar turn you down too?" Stephen’s throat tightened. He hadn’t even figured out how to respond when Shane burst into laughter, clearly enjoying himself. "See? That’s karma! You were so smug before, showing off before you even won her over. Now look at you—sulking. This is what they call poetic justice, my friend. Poetic justice!"

Dark as the woods are, that is the least of my concerns but also a hindrance. I wince when I lose my footing dropping on my butt. Having no time to cry over one fall, I rise up making my way further. Deeper into the woods, I crash directly into a pair of strong arms. Shock registers on my face immediately. They found me. No freaking way.

" We are just good friend. He never tried to be my boyfriend. Yet, he accepted your bloody shit, i don't know why?And he is still suffering. " " Suffering? What do you mean?" " Yesterday , he practiced whole night while it was raining just to win the challenge and he fell sick. " Ryan got shocked, " What? " " Sorry, i don't had any idea that it would turn out like this. I'm really sorry. " " It's not me to whom you should say sorry. You should say sorry to him." Suddenly, Ryan's phone lit up. He excused himself and walked out from there.

He set me down, but as he did, he hissed. "Solomon, are you okay?" He peers at his arm, and I saw a piece of his flesh open and blood. "It's not bad. Just a flesh wound." I grab his bag, take out a gauze wrap, and help him tend to his wound. The sounds of gun firing still echo through the trees. "Thanks," after I tie the knot, he looks over his shoulder. "Fuck, I see more than ten people closing in." "Shit, we are almost there, and Sarah's fever is rising," as I said that, Sarah started to tremble and mumble in her sleep.

How dare this shameless b*tch taunt him! Ryan started to laugh in amusement. “Mr. Dawson, you beat me up so badly that I was hospitalized. This debt is not going to be settled so easily! However, if you apologize in a manner that shows me your sincerity, perhaps I might be able to forgive you.” Bryan’s chest heaved violently as the veins on his tightly clenched fists bulged violently. “Ryan Sanchez! You’re being excessive!” “Am I being excessive? Bryan Dawson, the person lying in a hospital bed right now is me. It’s clear who was the one that was too excessive, isn't that right?”

He would make use of her. *Can we not get a hotel room next time Stephen" Sharon asked as she put her clothes back on. "Nooooo" Stephen mocked. "I don't have time to get a room with you" Stephen laughed heartily as he left Sharon feeling used in his office to head home. Stephen approached his car it was parked at the back of the company. Stephen liked to park there for the view it overlooked a field with overgrown grass that easily came up to his hip. He liked to sit and stare each morning before going into the office but it was pitch black now, He looked at the pitch black field before taking his keys out. He furrowed his eyebrow for a second. He could sense there was someone watching him.