Sewu Dino Simpleman Novels & Stories

I was getting an IV drip at the hospital when Charles Mankin's text came in. I had acute gastroenteritis, courtesy of his jealous little girlfriend from last night at the Hedo Lounge, who got me drunk out of spite. "Rhyn wants ice cream from H.J. Desserts. Bring it to Hedo, Room 1808." His voice on the call that followed was lazy, bored, trailing the sharp laughter of a girl in the background. "I'm sick. On an IV," I said.

If I were not such a civilized and well-mannered person, I swear I would spit right down at them. After this fiasco, Renee had to resign to appease the higher-ups. However, Lawrence got to stay. Jason demoted him to warehouse manager. Of course, he had his own motives. He wanted to separate Renee and Lawrence, keeping them from seeing each other. It seemed he was well aware of his place in Renee’s heart. He was just pretending not to be.

Sebastian said, folding his arms and snubbing Silas. Serena inhaled. “Bastin—” Silas lifted a hand. “No. Let him speak. I want to hear what he has to say.” “Dino wanted to fly,” Sebastian said reasonably. Silas folded his arms. “Dino does not fly.” Sebastian frowned. “He jumps.” Silas opened his mouth. Closed it. Tried again. “You can’t jump through glass.” Sebastian pointed at his arm. “Dino did.” “And look what happened to your arm,” Silas said, staring at the bandage. “Dino is banned for one month.”

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

She simpers. Excellent.

As he spoke, he reached his hand out to touch my head, but Mom blocked him. "I didn't come here to visit you or bail you out. I came to get my three hundred thousand dollars in cooking wages. You owe me, and it's time to pay up." The smile on Dad’s face instantly froze. He stared blankly for a second, then quickly switched back to begging. "Mandy, I know I messed up. "Help me find a way out of this. Find me a lawyer and help me fight this lawsuit, okay? I don't want to go to prison, and I don't want to pay that massive settlement."