She Blank On My Blank Till I Blank Novels & Stories

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

My family always used me as an example to teach Yvette Langley, my twin sister, a lesson. When we were little, my mom would purposely leave me alone on the street. She would let Yvette watch me break down in tears so she would learn never to wander off. My brother, Martin Langley, would get kids from outside school to corner me in an alley. He wanted Yvette to see me get slapped and forced to my knees so she would learn to stay away from troublemakers. So I became more and more timid, and they grew to like me less and less. Then, the day before the SAT, my mom gave me an order I could not refuse. “Tomorrow, you’re going to turn in a blank SAT.” I stared at her in shock. Tears filled my

~Sienna~ My heart thuds, my tongue tastes bitter and I feel empty in my own skin. It’s like my soul has left my body, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell. I stare at the white ceiling above me like it holds some secret cure for this strange, lingering ache in my chest. The soft bed covers wrap around me, warming my skin, but my inside feels cold. I feel so fucking hallow, like a puppet without a will. Two hours, In two fucking hours, we’ll be on the plane, returning to Chicago.

My voice cracked slightly and I hated how raw I sounded. Blair’s lips parted slightly but no words came out. She stared at me like I had just spoken in a language she couldn’t understand. “Yeah. That was my reaction too because I didn’t expect them to give us so fast and with no fight.” I let out a hollow laugh. “You’re serious?” She set her mug down slowly, like she needed a second to process. Her mouth pressed into a thin line as she leaned back in her chair exhaling sharply after I nodded.

That was a huge mistake because Blakely falls to the ground, her eyes popping in shock at what I had just said. I know she is under the shock, and I expect her to be. What I don't see coming is the panic attack that takes over her. Instantly, Blakely starts singing an old monotone sound that traps her in her head and away from me. Widening my eyes in fright, I rush to her, calling her name out.

Give me another life. I’ll be stronger. Colder. Wiser. Please... Please... My vision faded into black. Not the kind of black that sleeps. The kind that swallows. And then everything went blank.

Anna “To new beginnings!” Blair and I clink our shot glasses together, but when she knocks hers back in a single gulp, I secretly toss mine into my glass of ice water. She smacks her lips and adds our empty shots to the growing stack at our table. “Yeah!” She shivers with glee and giggles.

>POV: Blаkе “Fuсk, fuсk, fuсk.” I’m trying tо bе quiet but thе frustration has me bаngіng thе tіlеd wall оf the shower сubісlе. Thеrе’ѕ nothing I can ѕау tо mаkе іt bеttеr fоr her, аnd I knоw іt. Tоtаl роwеrlеѕѕnеѕѕ. I wаnt tо hеlр hеr, аnd I want to hоld her, but it’s аll оut оf mу rеасh.

Brandon growled, and Faith flinches her body. " I.... I didn't make any friends, " She cried. " Shut up....," he growled she closes her eyes, and right after Mr. Blak spat at him. " You need to shut up, " he growled. "Dad....," Brandon said. " Yes, your dad, and again you ripped my heart," he said and Brandon was startled. "What.... What are you doing.....," Brandon asks. "Thank God your call comes, I will never be aware of your revulsion," Mr. Blake said.

When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk. "Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?" My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment. I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now? "But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite. "He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into