These Times Are Hard The Script Novels & Stories

She is exhausted and I look at them appreciating my SECOND CHANCE in life. THE END

The gold input prompt blinked — ENTER IDENTIFIER. “Christian! Look at me!” I screamed, voice cracking and raw. I was staring down my broken reflection on the cold TV screen, desperate for him to see our son in my arms. “There’s only five hours left! Julian’s script is still running in the network! If you don’t send the kill command from that terminal, Leo will die! Shut it down, Christian!” On screen, Christian raised his head, finally meeting the camera. It felt like he was looking straight through me from three thousand miles away. His jaw tensed hard enough I saw sweat and seawater roll down his face and drip onto his shirt.

Fifteen minutes pass, then twenty. At twenty-three minutes, the screen lights. Adrian has replied. “This one hurts less because it is true.”

Only this moment. "Your script is going to be rejected by everyone," I repeated, "but it's also going to make you a hundred million dollars." The whiplash of those two sentences was glorious. His face was a mask of utter confusion. The tears in his eyes were forgotten, replaced by a stunned, disbelieving stare. He looked at me as if I had just started speaking in tongues. "That… that doesn't make any sense," he finally managed. "It does," I said, the icy calm of a predator settling deep in my bones. "If you let me help you."

01 00:03]: [Happy New Year… I miss you so much. [2022.Mar.08 15:22]: [I'm going to ask you one last time. Do you want to meet up or not?] [2022.May.20 13:14]: [You'll regret this! What on earth do you like about Ayla? She's just a housewife whose life revolves around the kitchen!] [2022.Jul.30 22:08]: [Please, just say something to me in response…] The last message that Shane had actually read was the one he had sent two years earlier when he broke up with her.

At that moment, I felt a complete revulsion towards someone. The Eric who once sparkled in my heart, without equal in my eyes, had started to decay the moment he chose Willa. Then, he was utterly gone. I let out a soft laugh. "Eric, why bother explaining? You and I are history. "Willa's having your baby, so step up and take responsibility." Eric's eyes brimmed with tears as he saw my indifference. "No, no! I know what matters to you, Sylvia, I know it!"

However, Eliza smiled, and there seemed to be starlight in her eyes. "It's just that easy." Seeing that Graciana was so anxious that she was about to jump in anger, Eliza finally explained. "What's the name of our script?" "The Twin Flowers!" "Then who is the protagonist?" "You and Roseane! Oh, yes, Julian and Sachin!" Eliza smiled. "That's right. Since the four of us are all present, the copyright of the script is also on our side. We also have Star-Moon Media as our backer. What kind of team can't we form?"

Nah, since I have laid it out, might as well go all the way. "Correction Xander, you just said fine when I asked you for 48 hours of your time. I never specified what we will be doing during that time period" I smiled innocently at him. "are you backing out from your word now? I thought that a man never backs out of his words" and blinked at him while smiling evilly from inside. Gotcha!

I was so comfortable, but I was limping my way back into my house. I've brushed my teeth, taken a bath and dressed into a neat pair of clothes that gave me the mood to write a dignified script. This script was of a girl protagonist, a crazy woman with loads and loads of money searching for the perfect gigolo. She lands on a guy in the bar, he was a young bartender. I shall spare my viewers of his details, but he mentions he needs money to cure his sister's inborn illness.

I fold m arms and raise my brow. “Get in, you have to face the unbearable moments of defeat the unknown.” He lectures. Really? This is how he wants me to face the unbearable. I think I’ve managed to face the unbearable when he rejected me the other night. I shook my head and tried to forget about the jerk he was. “Get in. The moment you get used to the cold, then you can face anything that’s coming your way,” he said with confidence, but I’m not so sure. I removed my shoes and jacket.