Sideways Novels & Stories

After my sister was born, my mother's love turned into a game decided by a coin toss. Mom had a custom gold coin made: the flower side stood for my sister, and the number side stood for me. For ten years, that coin decided who got the bigger slice of cake, who got a new dress, and even who went to the doctor when we were sick. But the number side never once landed face up. I cried, because none of it was fair, and Mom just looked at me coldly and said, "Your luck is worse than hers. Who are you going to blame for that?" The day my acceptance letter from the elite prep school arrived, all I wanted was a steak cooked by Mom. So I secretly swapped in a rigged coin engraved with a number on both

Wes lifted his fingers and crossed them to form the hashtag symbol. “Wow, I didn’t know you were this stupid,” Sidney giggled. “Hashtag fuck off.” Sidney: I think I would like to have my head cut off. Quick and effective. Max: I was not expecting that answer! Sidney: What were you expecting? Max: Strangulation Sidney: No that’s just my fetish Sidney flinched at her own message and quickly typed again. Sidney: Kidding! Max: Sure, you are. Sidney felt herself flush, giddy and nervous in the conversation. She glanced over at Wes to ensure he didn’t see it on her. His eyes remained locked on the glowing screens in front of him. Physically beside each other on the couch yet wandering off apart in

Yet, Wesley remained nonchalant and continued walking towards the Lamborghini at a slow pace. Jayden, who had a bag of chips in his possession, kept eating repeatedly as he stared at Kiera. “So… What should we do? Leave her like this?” Jayden asked while munching on his chips. Sidney swayed his head around lazily before turning to leave. “There's no way in hell I'm going to touch that thing!” he scoffed, his tone laced with disgust—his hate for commoners is something that's mind blogging. Singularly, he can be described as a perfectionist, and anyone who can't maintain a normal standard of living isn't classified as a living thing in his dictionary. Jayson glanced behind to find three of his

He would drive into the side of the building to stop me from getting through. At the very last second, I jerked the wheel to the left and diverted from the course. I drove over a section of sidewalk and nearly lost control of the car as Sid disappeared into the narrow lane. It might have been my imagination, but I was sure I heard him let out a victory whoop.

I moved forward, taking the champagne glass up, I moved it to my lips to take a sip, “What are you doing?” I feel Triston’s lips on my ear. I ignored him, pushing the drink back and finishing it right then and there. I placed it down on the table before I stood up. I looked at Triston, “I’m going to the ladies' room. I’ll be right back.” I left the dining area, came into a hallway. I saw a server making their way to the area before I stopped them. I took another glass, downing it as quickly as the first. I took a bill out of my clutch and placed it on the tray. “I’ll be back soon.” I spoke to the server, “Have me a glass of vodka when I come back.” The man gave me a curt nod as I made my way

“I’m in the secured room off of Ethan’s office. I can hear them fighting in the pack house though. Kev is out there. I can’t hear him though and I don’t want to distract him by reaching out through the link.” My eyes narrowed in on the turn to take onto their territory. Holding tight, I started the turn early. The wheels, very loudly, protested against the sudden shift in trajectory. The whole back end of the car started to fishtailed but this car was a rear-wheel drive. Once I managed to lock in the wheels, the drift helped us continue down the road and I felt the shift of the territory in matter of minutes.