Its Not Fine Novels & Stories

"Haha…! No, little girl! You don't stand the chance! But don't you worry, I'll help you! I'll f**k you instead and quite well too!!" St.gardens"....."

its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you. END!

“When you said you don’t know how to do this.” He doesn’t interrupt, Good. “That’s fine.” I let the words hang for a second. “Actually, that’s not fine.” I look at him now. His brow furrows slightly. “Make up your mind,” he says. “I have,” I say calmly. “It’s fine that you don’t know.” I take a step closer. “But it’s not fine if you use that as an excuse to stay the same.” His jaw tightens. “I’m not—”

He feigns horror. “ Your list is shit okay. All these things will only cost you double and will not even last a month.” I snatched the list from his hand and threw it in the dustbin. “ What the fuck Red! Why did you do that?” he rolled his eyes at me. “ We are making a new list.” I ignore the nickname. “ I..um, Actually I am tight on budget.” embarrassment colors his cheek. “ So what. Tell me the budget. I am James, handling budget is what we do.” I nudge his stomach with my elbow because that’s my reach.

Cameron asked. He shrugged. "I could, but not since college. I just need a breakthrough with this app I'm writing.” He said. He turned to Cameron, leaving what he was doing. "You know, it's already brilliant, but it's not as I want it to be. I just need for it to act that exact way, and yowza. It's perfect then.

Sighing, I muttered "another day of torture" Mrs. Clinton had not paid me yet and by the time she must have paid, going grocery shopping would land me in loads of shit. Is everything okay? Evans asked me... I'm sure he must have noticed the frown on my face and heard the constant hissing from my lips. I'm fine baby, I answered the little boy.

He was not disgusting by it. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES TO ALCOHOLISM, ABUSIVE LANGUAGE AND SUICIDE IN A CABIN Two men are having a conversation. “What the fuck have you done?” The older of the two asked. “I’m tired of waiting for Melissa. She’s getting further out of our reach.” The younger one said. Slamming his fist on the table the older guy picked up his ringing phone. “Hello. Yes. Yes. Alright.” Hanging up the phone he turned it off.

"Why is your face so gloomy?" Key looked at Keiko who was trying to persuade her. Key sighed, this time he was really Doble shit. Already rejected, I came home drenched too. "I failed that last interview for the first news!" Key answered "W-what? You're rejected? Are you serious? That's not possible. W-what's wrong?" Keiko exclaimed, staring at Key's sour face. Naturally his best friend had not answered anything she asked.

“Okay, fine. It’s not like I have an option though.” “Thank you for understanding. Please, I’m not a bad person.”