Just Nothing Novels & Stories

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Maya appreciated it, even if she didn’t say so. That night, she couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. The red stain on her hoodie had finally come out, but the memory clung to her like a second skin. She curled up on the living room couch under a blanket, phone facedown beside her. Kennedy had texted three times. “You okay?” “Don’t let them win.” “Please don’t disappear.” But Maya didn’t reply. She wasn’t sure she could. Her thoughts were loud. Her chest felt tight.

I backed out of the page and finally checked Elise's messages. "Where are you? "Answer me this instant. Why did you share such a depressing song with me? Do you think I'm too happy?" I quickly scrolled up and realized that I'd indeed shared a sad song. In fact, it was basically the epitome of sad songs for heartbreak. My face burned with embarrassment, and I slapped my forehead. Damn it! I'd screwed up big time. I'd definitely tapped on the wrong song when sharing the link earlier. If not for that, I'd probably already have five million dollars in my account.

I clenched my teeth, afraid that the moment I opened my mouth, everything I was feeling would spill out. “Hm? What’s with that expression, Trisha? Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” She stepped closer, studying my face with a small laugh. “Then again, you’re not that young anymore and still unmarried. Unlike me–” “Dawn!” Justin cut her off sharply, his expression dark. Annoyed, she snapped, “What? Isn’t it the truth? She’s just an unwanted old woman. Am I wrong?” “It is the truth,” I said, a faint, mocking smile on my lips. “But unlike you, I don’t go around picking up what other people threw away.”

The doctor said, "If we can't find a suitable bone marrow match, a month at most." One month. Serena closed her eyes. She thought about Luca's cold, indifferent gaze. She thought about him calling her and Mattia's lives worthless. She thought about Gabriele's disgusting face. She thought about the cameras, the comments, and the laughter. She also thought about one other person—Adriano. The man who had pushed her into hell was now the only person who could save Mattia. She gripped her phone, her palm slick with sweat. The first call went unanswered, and so did the second. She could not tell if she felt disappointed or relieved, but Mattia could not wait any longer. When the third call connect

Jane I blinked, trying to process his words but I couldn't make sense of it. My heartbeat escalated, "I don't understand." This was his chance to laugh and play it off and say it was nothing but a joke but he wore that smile again, the one where you coild tell that there was definitely something wrong.

I didn't want to make her uncomfortable as the situation already is. I didn’t expect to be moving out of the house so sudden. After my talk with Dayight everything was a blur but here I am now, having a hard time on deciding if I should pack in my tooth brush or not. Apparently sometime in the night John went missing and the only thing Luna found was his shirt all ripped. Daylight immediately panicked and now here I am, about to go on a search party for a guy I barely talked to yesterday. "Fuck, why is this so hard to do?" I cursed at the toothbush I was holding.

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I wanted this episode to be the one thing that would wipe me off the face of this earth. So I waited. I let the episode do its job, I waited for the very last moment. Minutes passed but it never came, but I stayed still Even after it wore off, I stayed still, waiting for it to come again, waiting patiently for it to happen again. But it still didn’t happen. I groan loudly in frustration and yell across the room. At this point thankful for the soundproof doors of the conference room. She took everything away from me. She just ruined my life. I was about to lose a whole lot of money.

Joel drained my love for him until there was nothing left but hatred. One day, he had a luxury bag couriered over again. I called him up and asked to meet. When he arrived with hopeful eyes, I took the bag and handed it to a girl passing by. "Y-You don't like that brand anymore? I can get something else next time." "It's not about the brand. Everything you give me reeks of your stench. I don't want any of it." Joel opened his mouth, then closed it again, speechless. His eyes slowly reddened.