Long Way Down Will Novels & Stories

We were having a rerun of the The Wandering Samurai movies when Landon came in albeit looking for the two interns that suddenly disappeared. "We're on the second movie of The Wandering Samurai," Mel answered, not taking her eyes off the screen. I think she would deeply appreciate it if I actually make her some popcorn. That way she would have the whole theater feels experience. Although the multimedia room isn’t so bad in itself. "I guess that's the part where we sang Mighty Long Fall," Landon said, taking a seat. "Really? I didn't notice," I said. I've watched all three movies but I guess I was too fixated comparing the adaptation with the original and wasn't particularly taking note of the

"Maxwell, I don't care about anything between you two. The only thing that'll make me happy now is you signing the divorce papers." The light in his eyes vanished. He swayed slightly, as if the words had struck him hard. A flicker of pain crossed his gaze. "Darling, we've been together seven years. You can't just walk away like it meant nothing. You can't be this heartless." He was about to say more when his phone suddenly rang. Annoyed, he tried to hang up but accidentally answered instead. Jessie's sobbing voice came through. "Maxwell, ever since you fired Karina, she's been refusing to eat. Come see her. Buy her something nice to cheer her up a little. If she ends up hurting herself, you'

You will still be able to eat from the ground like a dog even without your hands. After saying that, he pulled out a handgun and fired two shots at my wrists. The agonizing pain caused me to black out. Three days had passed by the time I came to. This was when I found myself locked in the family's basement reserved for traitors. Three days of having nothing to eat or drink made me extremely weak, so much so that I could no longer feel my hands. Derek happened to send a message to me. "Have you repented? I will forgive you as long as you come over and grovel at Lilyanne's feet to apologize to her. Then, you may remain as my wife."

Upon hearing Aaron’s words, the nearby colleagues exchanged uneasy glances, clearly worried about their futures. As Aaron raised his glass to toast everyone, I calmly walked behind him. Without hesitation, I pushed him straight into the nearby fountain pool. “As your still-employed senior, let me teach you your first lesson. A new leader shouldn’t let their fire burn too brightly. Otherwise, they’ll need to cool off.”

"Daddy and I are your personal guards, Ms. Larkson. We'll see you home safely!" Hayley's face bloomed into a warm smile. I passed by them on my stretcher, close enough to hear every word, but not enough to grab their attention. A self-deprecating smile curved my lips as I murmured, "They're going home… But so am I." It felt right. We each had our own place to belong. I hoped we never had to see each other again. Just then, the system's voice rang sharply in my ears. "Final ten seconds on the countdown. Your body will now shut down, fully detaching from the mission world. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…"

Have you seen the trending topic? Henry: [Damn, this is a big one.] I opened the trending search. 'President of Newman Group, Charlie Newman, Exposed for Cheating During Marriage!' The attached photo showed Charlie and Lynn standing on a balcony at last night's reception. The angle was deliberate–making it look intimate. I scrolled through the comments. [Wasn't this a business marriage? Figures. These wealthy marriages are always fake.] [Who's Lynn Walters?] [Childhood sweetheart. Their families always wanted them together.]