Sloppy Seconds Novels & Stories

In its corner, taped up, was a single note: Trust the work, not the mood. Lennox sat without a word. Only when they had all entered did he speak. "Eighteen minutes. No more," he said softly. Sloane stepped in last. She held the sports bag, the small black notebook, a disinfecting cloth, and that still, blade-sharp focus only a few had ever seen in her. "We've got it. Don't move." She was already tugging off Lennox's warm-up top as Marcus closed the door and Kenji checked the time.

Chapter 29: Money problems. Place: City, Anywhere United States of America. Rolling over in bed, Sloan berated himself as he slid away from his sleeping ex-lover. Ex, as in, he shouldn't be with him again. Ex like the former. Ex as in, how could Sloan be this stupid? He had broken up with Reese, but when Sloan's loneness had gotten to him, he accepted meeting the man in this seedy motel. What did people say about insanity? Craziness was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Well… no more. Sloan wouldn't keep making the same lapses in judgment. This was it. He was done.

Beckett Fifty days into the review period Victor made his first visible mistake. I had been watching for it. Sloane had been watching for it. Margaret had been watching for it with the particular patience of someone who had been watching this specific person for twenty years and understood that patience running out looked different for Victor than it looked for most people. For most people impatience looked like rushing. For Victor it looked like elegance that had become slightly too elegant. Moves that were still precise but that had started to have the quality of moves made slightly faster than his usual pace. The specific tell of someone who had been operating on a long timeline and had j

" Parth, stop running, please give back my phone, ' Lily shouting and running after him like Tom runs after Jerry. " First you promise me, you'll let me play game for an hour on your phone, " Parth jumped up on a high-broad wall of his home and said. " No, i won't." Lily said, " and please return it, you already played a lot. " she sulked and acted like crying. Parth, a higher secondary boy, very mischievous and jolly in nature, next year he supposed to be a college student but he was still a baby by heart. The reason was yet to come so soon...

ATHENA One month later…. “You know,” Sloane says, tossing a bag of tortilla chips into the cart with flair, “I think my uterus has grown cobwebs. Literal. Freaking. Cobwebs.” I snort so loud a nearby toddler swivels to look at me. “Sloane!” “What?!” she grins shamelessly, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she saunters past the cereal aisle. “It’s been so long, Athena. I’m talking ghost-town, tumbleweed-rolling, 'CLOSED FOR BUSINESS' kind of long.”

Still, all I wanted now was to move out. "I'm sorry, something came up today. Could I cancel or reschedule?" I asked quietly. "Ms. Walsh, appointments with our specialists are extremely hard to secure. If you cancel today, the next available slot may be more than three months away." Isaac walked out, rubbing his temples, and happened to catch the conversation. He frowned and gently said, "Iris, it's not easy to get a slot like this. Don't cancel it. Your health is more important. I'll skip my classes today and stay with you."

-------------------------------------------------------------- At the subway station, a dainty girl in a striped grey jumper squeezed past the commuters and hurriedly boarded the train. As expected, the carriage was bustling with a vast number of commuters travelling to the city and she struggled in locating an empty seat. The puerile and innocuous Janny was not used to the speedy and hectic life in City N. It was extremely distinct from the slow and peaceful life in City S! Janny ended up receiving a few pushes by the rushing passengers, before falling directly on a seat and bruising her bottom!

“Just a fake dating. And I need to know how long this madness will last.” Sloane looked down at her phone. “Three months. Maybe five. Depends on the internet.” “Of course it does,” I muttered. She nodded. “Great. We’ll draft the announcement and set up your first public outing. Tomorrow. Something simple. Coffee. Paparazzi will be fed the tip an hour in advance.” “What?” My voice shot up. “Tomorrow?” “Welcome to PR, sweetheart,” she said coldly, then turned on her heel and walked toward the door again. “Now let me out before I strangle both of you—”

He bolted down the stairs to find Camile arranging flowers and Terence reading the papers in the living room. “Mr. and Mrs. Moonveil, are you aware that Sasha has been missing for a month?” Allen struggled to keep his voice from shaking. Terence and Camile were taken aback, disbelief and a flicker of embarrassment mirroring across their faces. The fact had only dawned on them. Just then, Wendy strode down the spiraling staircase, her voice, while gentle, rang in every wolf’s ear. “Sasha? She might be out with her friends. What’s the guy’s name again? Derek? He has always been asking Sasha to hang out. For all we know, she could be spending time with him.”

“We have a very specific, very memorable sixty seconds of history that involved my ass and at least four of my teammates’ dicks on your screen. I’d call that a foundation.” “I’d call that a traumatic event.” “Tomato, tomato.” “Those are the same word.” “That’s the joke, Sloane.” He pushed off the wall. One step closer. Not predatory. Not aggressive. Just — closer. The way a planet’s orbit decayed incrementally, each revolution a little tighter, a little nearer, until the math became inevitable. “Maren says you’re doing player features,” he said. “I’m pitching concepts. I haven’t been assigned anyone yet.”