Something's Gotta Give All Time Low Novels & Stories

It suddenly felt hard to breathe as she started to feel uneasy. This time I'm not gonna let you slip away This time I'm not gonna let another day go by Without holding you so tight Without treating you so right This time I'm not gonna let go of your love This time I promise that we'll rise above it all And I'll never let you fall I'm gonna give you my all This time...

"You came at the right time. Both Arnold and Erna aren't working here anymore." I had no intention of asking about them, but I listened now that the topic came up. It turned out that Arnold seemed to be cursed with misfortune. He was no longer in tip-top condition, and he'd become mediocre at his job, losing most of his lawsuits. Soon, he was demoted from his position as Chief Legal Officer of the Werewolf Council. After getting pregnant with Arnold's child, Erna left her job to become a housewife. Whenever she was unhappy, she'd corner Arnold and make a fuss, and the couple often argued for minor reasons.

"You finally saw Rachel for who she really is, you apologized, and now I'm supposed to forgive you?" He blanched. "N-No, that's not what I meant! I just—please, give me a chance to make it right. I swear I won't ever speak to Rachel again. Just give me one more chance, okay?" I leaned in close, but my voice was laced with mockery. "Make it right? You really think you're some prize, don't you? "Joel, have some self-respect. With your pathetic salary, you can't even afford one of my handbags. I used to like you. I was willing to marry you out of charity. But not anymore."

Joanna, who had been a proud woman all her life, could never accept spending the rest of her life with an impostor she had once despised. Their home was filled with fierce arguments and accusations every day. He cursed her for being promiscuous and blamed her for making him lose everything. She cursed him for being useless trash and a complete liar. In their never-ending argument with each other, they destroyed whatever left of their pride in the end. Their lives were completely ruined. The Shaw Group's stock price kept falling, and it could only declare bankruptcy in the end. That day, I was reading a document in the study when Tina walked in with a cup of coffee.

Scott's expression changed, and he said impatiently, "I'm doing all this for you! If it weren't for me, would you have ever gotten first place?" Tessa's eyes were red as she shouted back, "But did I ever ask you to sacrifice yourself?" Scott fell silent, then let out a long sigh. "Can you stop? There's only one week left. This whole farce is almost over." As for me, I didn't feel hurt at all. After all, Scott and I were just using each other.

I muttered, rubbing my forehead. Her smile dropped. “Baby, I did this for us,” she said quickly, her tone shifting to desperation. “Remember when you used to tell me how much you loved nights like this? It’s been so long since you’ve given me a hot moment.” She chuckled lightly, trying to sound playful, but I wasn’t buying it. “Layla,” I said, my voice hard, “that was then. We had our moments, sure, but not now. My company is on the edge of collapsing, and all I need right now is an approval from Jerald. That’s all I can think about.”

-I never earn anything," I snort and keep going down. Shakira's music ends and now another one is playing. I take another scoop of ice cream to my mouth. ... But we could only burn so long, counterfeit emotions only run skin deep. Know you lying when you lying next to me, next to me. How did we could so far gone? I should know by now, you should know by now, we should know by now. -Something's gotta give, -I start singing the chorus- something's gotta brake, but all I do is give, and all you do is take. Something's gotta change, but I know there it won't, no reason to stay, eeey eeey, is a good reason to go.

The Don’s chair scraped against the floor as he stood, his imposing frame casting a long shadow over Lowel. Lowel swallowed hard. “She—she’s stubborn,” he stammered, his voice laced with frustration. “But she has nowhere left to go. She will come back to me, I just need more time—” “You have two weeks.” The Don’s voice was final, edged with a lethal promise. “Two weeks to bring her to me, or I will personally make sure you regret every second of your miserable life.” Lowel’s heart pounded against his ribs. His mouth opened, but no words came.

I want to get rid of exhaustion and grip on good things. When the sun really goes down and early evening, makes its presence, I leave that place and head on to a nearby store, to buy myself some goodies. I might even get some popcorn, since I feel like watching a movie. I seriously don't want to sleep early. Ding. The store doorbell chimes as I enter, this, surely announcing my arrival. I don't pay that much attention on whose in the store, but simply mind my own business, like I've been doing. Dangerously so, I nearly buy way more than I should, when it comes to chips, since I love them so much. Especially doritoes. I move on to the sweet section and glorious! It feels like I've entered an

"As for what you had to swallow over West Harbor, I'll make it up to you." "Three days from now, go down to the Underground. There's a piece of open territory there. I'll put it under your name." The Underground? Suddenly I found it funny. As funny as these ten years of a love that couldn't see the light of day. I was quiet for a while before I said, "I'm not going." Julian's brow creased. "What did you say?" "I said I'm not going." His face darkened. "Elena, an opportunity this good is sitting right in front of you, and you won't even fight for it?"