The Calculation Of You And Me Novels & Stories

“But don’t forget, I’m keeping score. You still owe me more details than I owe you.” Kat laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

Yes, it was only 3 years since her mother left her, but her father had done so many bad things to her, which traumatized her with men. The first incident occurred when Eleven came home from school, when she was only 16 years old, a year after her mother died. Just imagine, they should still be in mourning at that time, but not with her father. At that time, it was raining heavily, Eleven, who had forgotten to bring her umbrella in her bag, was forced to take shelter at the bus stop until the rain subsided a little. It wasn't that far from the bus stop to the flat, but she only had two uniforms to change between, if she got her uniform wet then, that meant she couldn't come to school tomorrow

Then I asked slowly, “Hey are you married?” He raised an eyebrow asking me to continue, so I did, "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you. I'm Sienna, officially left with nothing, I just left everything now. Plus you look like you are in need of cash, I have talent and a job to make money, I just need a marriage certificate. Meetings like this are rare, especially for someone like me, and you look like someone who would give a heartache to my Uncle, which is exactly what I'm planning right now.

Ruffled hair and miserable face. "I said I'm sorry, I just don't want to depend on you for everything, it hurts me to know that I'm incapable of affording myself! You know what today my manager gave me a salary because he trusts me because you! Why? Why Mr Bernard? Why should I take your favour?" She looked up at him, in his dark eyes and questioned. He was already looking at her, his expressions stark and cold.

I have to pay everyone and calculate our overall earning for the month as the owners of the hotel, compare it with what we earned last month, and then a month from last year. We need progress and gaining just fifty more millions from last month is all that progressive. And while calculating the gains, I’ll still need to calculate the loss and compare it as well. I’ll need to determine whether we didn't do more than last month and that’s not all, I’ll need to determine if we used those sums of money for something useful. How long will it take this girl to get me one cup of coffee? I quickly opened my door, almost bumping into her.

"But we believe in fair trade. If you want answers—offer me something in return." Mom helplessly fell onto the forest ground. She yelled hoarsely, "I'll do it! I'll do it!" The dark witch said, "I'm afraid just one of you won't be enough." Upon hearing that, Kent and Dad also got down onto their knees. "We'll do it too!" Mom gave up her beauty, Kent lost half of his lifespan, and Dad's voice was taken away. In exchange, they received the precious crystal ball. However, my family lost it when they saw the vision in the crystal ball.

Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault? Why Me? THE END

"He's coming!" Suzanne glanced up from her tablet to see an excited looking Yvonne Long squealing like a little girl. "Good, then you'd better give me the lottery numbers," Suzanne stuck her tongue out at the ghost. "Alright, listen carefully. I'll only say this once. 32-8-56-17-9-94." Suzanne smiled. "Got it," she said as she quickly typed the numbers into her tablet. By was she going to go on a shopping spree after all this was over.

I was a human. “I’m not having a dozen kids, do you understand. Even five is suicide.” “You know what. No, I’m having one, do you understand? Take it or leave it, if you don’t want it, I would take my kid away and leave,” I slammed my hands against the table, feigning anger as I stood up and made to leave.

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc