Not Nice Novels & Stories

A message notification made me to unlock my phone, thinking that it was something related to my businesses but it was Ace, my annoying cousin. 'Don’t forget to attend my party. And bring your girl, I’m dying to meet her'. I got so carried away by my work that I even forgot that I was invited to my cousin’s birthday party that was happening the following night. Ace was like my best friend; he knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him. We had different personalities yet understood each other, and we were inseparable. Ace was very friendly, always making bad choices, a party animal and didn’t give a fuck about his future. No one understood why our bond was so strong even when we

He asked, glaring into his eyes intently. Fred was dazed. He shrugged and thought that it is alright if he is not good and perfect in all things. He's not God and it's certain that there are things he would not be good at. For the ones he's good at, he appreciates it and is content with it. His work and romance life were top notch on things he's good at and Lan confirmed it to him. “Alright, tell me where my imperfection lies?” Fred demanded, chuckling silently as his brother glared into his eyes as if he was searching for a missing link.

Hope you are enjoying Rejected so far. Ellie xo

Hard. Maybe not hard enough, though.

Not even close. Not yet.

Not lust. Something more satisfying.

"Why should you get everything? I went to music school too, y'know. What makes you better? Here's a thought—give me your spot, and I'll say something nice about you to Michael." I almost laughed. Then it hit me—bitterness. How sad is that? My own fiancé needed her to vouch for me. I gave her a cold stare. "Do you even hear yourself? You're not qualified for something like this. Saying stuff like that just makes you look desperate." I reached for the invite, but she clutched it, all hurt and dramatic. "We worked together. Do you really have to embarrass me? It's just one invite—why are you being so greedy? If you're really that good, you don't need this to prove it, right?"

The kind of still that makes you nervous, like he's a held breath waiting to be let out. I don't know his name yet. "You're bleeding," he says. Not a question. "I'm fine." "Didn't ask if you were fine." Something about the flatness of his voice almost makes me laugh. Almost. It's the first crack in the numbness all night. I look at him properly now. Dark hair, jaw like it was carved out of something harder than bone, eyes that don't flinch away from mine the way everyone else's have all evening. He's not a pack member. I'd know his face if he was.

Maybe therapy isn't so bad. ****