Split Novels & Stories

Neal pulled his hair with both hands urging himself to forget about that. He sighed and stood up from the sofa. Neal poured some water into the tall glass from the jug on the nightstand. The glass didn't touch his lips before― BANG! Neal dropped the glass at the startling sound and the it shattered on the floor, sending its pieces to all direction. Neal put his hand on his hammering chest, eyes wide. What the hell was that!? Gunshot? Neal gulped in fear and looked down at the mess. He crouched down to clear the glass pieces scattered around the floor.

she said. He scoffed "what exactly are you apologizing for? Sarah slapping me or using me to break your sister's heart? How on earth could you do something so wicked to your own sister?" "Liam you have no right to judge whatever we did to my sister! I just called to tell you that I am sorry and besides we have a deal, she being my sister changes something so remember to keep your mouth shut" Joan hanged up. "Gush!" Liam yelled hitting his hand on the steering.

I put the phone on speaker Billy: Layla? LAYLA! ARE YOU STILL THERE?!! Layla: I'm here. I'm just confused. We haven't spoken in years. You left and never called or wrote or anything. Of course we're over. How could we not be? Billy: NO! NO! NO!! We never actually broke up. You still belong to me. {I looked at Leo and he frowned} Layla: What the hell are you talking about? We are over. We've been over for years. What's wrong with you?

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

She has been sitting at the table for over an hour, twisting her fork in the cereal. Yes, she's eating her cereal with a fork. And the reason is that she couldn't find a spoon, so it was either the huge butcher knife or the fork. She took the fork, of course. She sighed, setting the fork down. Her ears perked when she heard two sets of footsteps making their way down the stairs. She bit her lip when they walked into the kitchen. Lorenzo. He was here, in the kitchen with whoever he was fucking last night. "Last night was fun, thank yo-" Melinda tried to say but Lorenzo cut her off. "Just get the fuck out my house." He hissed. Melinda huffed and walked out, slamming the door.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

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Brena hung up the phone before I could respond. Brena was at my house in record time. She brought her three kids, Zabrian, Zora, and Zena with her, and my kids were overjoyed that their play cousins had come over. I had just ordered groceries through my Shipt app and had started going over the bills for the month. I was due to meet the head of the English department the following week to go over my syllabus for the upcoming school year. I typically taught a course or two over the summer, but because of the move and the new job, I opted to spend the summer regrouping. It was probably one of my better decisions.