Miss Not So Sidekick Novels & Stories

Everyone except Alaya Moore. She was still on the couch in Tasha’s living room, legs tucked beneath her, wearing one of Tasha’s oversized hoodies. Her hair was tied back, her face bare and tired. The funeral played on TV, muted. She wanted to be there. More than anything. But how could she show her face? To the world, she was just the side chick. A stain on Darius’s legacy. The reason he cheated, the reason Janelle cried on camera, the reason people said he died in disgrace.

Missy hugged him in response and winked at me over his shoulder. Watching them, a smile found its way onto my face. Missy's actions, though simple, signified a handing over of responsibilities and acknowledgment of Kael's new position within the pack. The way she handled the situation with grace and acceptance was admirable. And Kael's quick addition, including Knox in the transition, was a testament to the unity they were striving for. The change in Kael was noticeable, a shift towards acceptance and determination that mirrored the strength his mother displayed.

Charlie drained the remaining contents of her glass and reached for the bottle again. “you can’t say that you moron.” Sana chided. “you’re going to make her sad.” I laughed with feigned humor. “you can say whatever you want. It’s fine. I’m over Sin.” “No, you’re not.” Three voices echoed back at me. For some reason, that was so very hilarious to us, we all burst into laughter, tears running down our eyes and nail polishes forgotten. I wasn’t really over Sin, but I was getting there. Maybe. Probably.

- he passed away a long time - that's funny, my mom did pass too - how hard to live in this useless world - yeah I felt like I'm lost, but something inside woke me up, something made me gather my courage to stand up again, in somehow I need to survive, I've got nothing to fight for, but I must fight. - tell me more about your ex-girlfriend - why? What's the matter? - I need to know more about her, now talk - okay okay... Her name Katrina - nice, I need you to stand up and fight - for what? - for Katrina - but she left me - because she thought that you are useless, approve that she's wrong about you, fight for her - how? I'm just a jerk, a useless one I can't even protect myself from bullying

[Your five years are up. You've failed your mission. You have 72 hours until your elimination.] I heard the system's cold voice echoing in my head and laughed bitterly as I rejected my boyfriend, Dylan Abbott, who was making empty promises to me again. "No, thank you!" I was going to die. We weren't going to have a future together anymore. A short bout of silence later, he sent me a video. "Is this the reason why you're rejecting me, Felicia Cooper? Because you're planning to continue bullying Lynette behind my back?

Missy was worried, a frown morphed on her expression that had her concealing her vision briefly. “Don’t worry much about it darling, let’s be hopeful. I’m going to get your mom back and your best friend, Tyler is helping us which brought us to the question I have to ask you. Darling how is he treating?” Missy went silent, not only pushed into silence by the question; and also that Tyler is helping them. He never told her he was going to do that, why did he always have to do something bad then something good that thin out the unequal line between who she see him as.

" Marvin gave a satisfied grunt, took a sip, and then, without warning, doused me with it. "Consider yourself lucky I'm even doing this for you," he sneered. Natalie snickered from the sidelines, smugly watching the scene unfold. I was pushed to the side, soaked to the bone, unable to dry myself off. My fingers shook uncontrollably. Up front, Emmett was busy toasting with Natalie, cozying up to Marvin. They stood together, the mood light and easy. I shut my eyes. Emmett, oblivious to my distress, casually texted me.

She started seeing him more, leaving me behind again and again. Harvey was her dream guy—the one she never got over. I always knew. From the start, I hated that he came back. But she'd just brush it off. "Harvey and I are over. He's just a friend now. He's alone, no one to lean on. I'm just helping him out." Later, she saw him more and more. Always some excuse. Sick. Scared of storms. Some problem he "couldn't handle." Every time, my fiancée had to be there for him.

"And Eric. Cayden misses you." Eric and Cayden stared at me. "Wow." Eric nods. "You caught a good one. I mean, I didn't think your girlfriend would—" "We are not a couple!" I cut him in frustration. "Whatever keeps you up at night," Cayden smirks. "Ah, wait. That'd be me." "I've almost forgotten how cocky you can be." Eric laughs. "And I've forgotten how idiotic you can be." Cayden smiles. "Well... I'm gonna go, because obviously... you two have a lot of catching up to do."