Shutline Characters Novels & Stories

"Shut up! How could you… How could you do that? She was such a good woman!" I could barely remember how Joshua used to follow me around, always with a goofy grin and his body covered in little bruises and scrapes. "I fell down again, Maddie. Can you patch me up again?" "Stop hitting him! He'll die! What's so good about Maddison that you have to treat Harv like this?" Nelly rushed over, yet Joshua kicked her away. He spat at her, "You bitch! You can't ever compare to Maddison!" All of the Fisher family members nodded at that moment. "We agree to kick Harvey out of the Fisher family!"

Just those eleven words sitting there glowing in the dark of her bedroom like a lit fuse. Her hands were shaking. Who is this? she typed back. The message showed delivered. No reply came.

Let's end this. ***

Right now, immediately, you quickly leave my villa. The sound outside the door quickly subsided. Shane's cell phone received a message notification. He glanced at it and saw Liam sent him more than a dozen messages. All messages are emojis of crying, breaking down, and asking for forgiveness. Shane clicked on the upper right corner of the interface, decisively selecting [Drag this user to the blacklist]. Bertha was still very attentively massaging Shane's abs and neck, she didn't know what happened in the middle. Thirty minutes later, Bertha's therapeutic massage was over.

No offense. Maybe a little. The boundary formed. Charles opened the message. No image. Only text. HELLO, CHARLIE. He started crying instantly. Thomas looked away. Charles typed with shaking hands. DO YOU HAVE A NAME? Long pause. Then: YES. He waited. Nothing else. Charles almost laughed through tears. “Fair.” He typed: DO YOU WANT ME TO KNOW IT? Pause. NOT YET. Charles nodded. DID I HURT YOU? The answer came quickly.

The coordinate identifier you have targeted is no longer active within this regional network. Please terminate your transmission and re-verify the routing digits. A powerful diagnostic intuition warns me that Adrian never initiated the manual shutdown of his own communication device. The nerves across my brow line throb with intense pressure. I re-target Charles Whitaker’s direct line. The coordinate identifier you have targeted is no longer active within this regional network. Please terminate your transmission and re-verify the routing digits. My heart drops straight into a cold stone void!

This is a side story to Shy following Harry and Brooke. You don't need to read Shy to understand this, but I'd massively appreciate it if you did. I'm going to say this now as a warning: This book is set in America but all the characters will most probably use British words and not be American-like at all. Please don't moan, it's my book and I want it that way, deal with it. Also, the guys in this book will be assholes. You can have a little whinge about it in the comments if you feel you really have to, but please don't comment how it's "too much" and how you hate the book and are going to stop reading.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

When Carl called, my swollen eyes flicked to the time—almost eleven. The phone buzzed in my hand, fresh tears splashing onto the screen. Three calls. I didn't pick up. Surprisingly, the fourth was from Mia. I was about to shut off my phone when Carl's message popped up: [Stop messing around. I'm not coming back tonight. Stay safe. Your condition isn't serious, right?] A bitter laugh slipped out. I replied: [Not serious at all. Have fun. I'm going to sleep.]

Players could not change characters once the game started. Helpless Uncle Larry facepalmed before he sat behind Charmine, uneasily. The observers looked at their screens without blinking; they could not afford to miss out even a single second! Uji Quin: [Look, I’ll give you a chance to change your mind before the duel. Call me boss and change your username to Uji’s Dog, and I’ll let you go.] Charmine: [Ha! Why don’t you do that?] Uji Quin: [An arrogant brat, I see. I’ll teach you what despair is by the end of the match!]