Shuffling Everyday Novels & Stories

Sam shifted her salad around with her fork. Her stomach demanded food but when she ate a few bites, it threatened to return them. She sighed and glanced around the dinner. Everyone, there was eyeing them and talking in hushed whispers. She could only imagine what they must be saying about her. It would only be a matter of time before her father found out. God if she could only turn back time to Saturday night and stop herself from going to that club.

Sylvie was threatening to commit suicide—again. She stood at the edge of the building, started a live stream, and mentioned my name. I switched on the live broadcast and saw her crying in front of the camera. "Some days ago, I helped the husband of a woman named Lauren Falk get ointment for her after she suffered some burns. She left her hotel door open to seduce other men into satisfying her sexual frustration, but she later regretted it and called the police on them. I then got fired for leaving my post.

SARAH M&M The crowd is absolutely hyped—hollering, shouting. I’m shoving my way through it all like I’ve got somewhere super important to be (I don't), plus I’ve never felt safer in a human mosh pit. Guess when you’re running from Mr. Grey, even a strip club feels like a sanctuary. One sharp whistle cuts through the noise. I turn towards the stage, and whoa! A stunning brunette grabs the pole and starts twirling on it.

Try to cultivate a calmer, steadier temperament. Looking at her, I deliberately slowed down as I said, "By the way, I stopped all of the credit cards in your name. From now on, I'll tell Mr. Chase to give you a monthly allowance of 50 thousand dollars. If you spend it carefully, you'll still be able to buy a few new handbags every month." For an ordinary person, 50 thousand dollars a month was a huge amount of money. But for someone like Jenny, who was used to spending millions at the drop of a hat, it was the biggest insult.

When the door shut, I rushed for the bathroom to assess my appearance and curse bedhead to hell. I showered and changed into a white sundress with a floral pattern scattered across it, and did a bare minimum makeup job. Slipping on a pair of wedges and hanging a small cardigan over my arm, I left my room with nothing but my phone. After all, what else would I really need?

Still, I wanted to make the effort. “Hello ladies!” They all nodded their heads, acknowledging me. I walked over to the oldest woman weaving a blanket and put my hand on her shoulder, and tried to give my warmest smile. “Can you show me how to do that?” I asked. Again, I was given a small nod. I watched her fingers work as if they were making magic. “Wow, I don’t think I can do that! You’re amazing!” Next thing I know, all of the women were laughing. I let out a small smile, trying to hide my embarrassment. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “Nothing child, we’ve been doing this since we were pups. So we’ve had over two centuries to practice.” The old lady smiled. “Oh don’t be so hard on yourself!

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

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I drowned it out. I was sprawled across the bed, one leg hanging off the side, my phone held up lazily above my face as I scrolled through random videos, not even really watching them, just letting the noise fill the space in my head, one after the other, people dancing, arguing, cooking, living normal lives that didn’t involve contract marriages and psychotic billionaires who knew exactly how to ruin your sanity without even trying. I snorted softly at one stupid clip, shaking my head, when suddenly my screen shifted.

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