These Times Are Hard The Script Novels & Stories

The assistant patiently said, "Okay, since you’re in a good mood, let's get the next take right, okay?" "The plot doesn’t make sense. I want to change the script!" Brittany said suddenly, glancing at the script. The assistant was speechless. The production had reached a late stage, so how could she change the plot as she pleased? She said, "Brittany, I don’t think this is a good idea…" "I'll change it if I want to. There's so much nonsense in here!" She raised her voice abruptly, causing many people to look in this direction. Still, given her status, they were all whispering, and no one dared to discuss it loudly.

His words were like ice, and he hung up before she could say another word. Summer stared at her phone, her expression darkening as rage boiled beneath the surface. She’d waited so long for me to step aside, and she finally had her chance. However, why was everything slipping through her fingers now? A few days later, she called Lucien again. The moment he saw her name flash across the screen, his brows furrowed. “I told you. I don’t have time for this right now–” “Lucien.” Summer’s voice trembled, soft and tearful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but the power’s out at my place. I think there’s a short circuit or something…

He bit back a curse as he opened his email and quickly drafted out an apology email. He had spent three months working, trying to secure a meeting with this particular investor, and had even flown all the way to Paris to meet with him, only to be informed via email that the investor had an impromptu trip out of the country. But he was benevolent enough to give him fifteen minutes on a Zoom call, but even that had failed. He wasn’t about to give up, although it seemed like the universe wanted the opposite because the send button remained gray, the signal now completely gone.

So he spent most time watching the news. Mrs. Macpherson held his hand, "Let the girls watch whatever movie, they have young blood brewing in their veins.” Mr Macpherson was reluctant but he still agreed, "Okay, do whatever you want." The four girls shouted in unison, "Thank you, daddy!" "Daddy, you're the best!" "We love you, daddy!" They were all grinning, their eyes shining with excitement. The movie was about two hours, during the first hour of the movie Mr. Macpherson expected Margaret to have something to say. But the Margaret he was seeing was not the Margaret he knew he asked, "Margaret what's wrong?"

“I think you’re the one in the wrong here. “We’re a family. Even if you don’t like Alice, you shouldn’t make it so obvious. You should at least pretend to get along. “If you keep creating conflict like this, none of us will be happy. How will Alice ever agree to let us rebuild our mate bond?” I stared at him in silence as he reprimanded me. Feelings of sadness and absurdity washed over me. Why would we need Alice’s permission to form a mate bond? It seemed Alice was everything to him. And maybe he was right—I was the one at fault for loving myself too little. I let them do this to me again and again, eight times, to be exact. My face was blank as I whispered, “You’re right. I was wrong.” Hen

"You're mad at me, aren't you? Because I made you apologize to Audrey? You don't have to anymore, okay? Just marry me!" But I looked at his pleading face and felt nothing but disgust. He wasn't trying to win me back because he loved me; he just couldn't let go of the throne. "Erik. Let her go." Sven gripped Erik's wrist with force. A cracking sound echoed as bones ground together. Erik stared at him, shocked. He didn't understand. In our previous life, by this time, Sven had already been on the brink of death. But now… he had recovered.

"The family needs you, Aurora." I looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, I laughed. The sound made him take an involuntary step back. "The family needs me," I repeated his words. "Cassian, do you hear yourself?" "I need you!" he finally broke, shouting the words. "Not the family, not the Elders, me! I need you to come back!" He was breathing hard, his eyes filled with desperation. "I can't sleep at night. I go to your study, I read the ledgers you left behind. I read every note you ever wrote, over and over..."

“It’s the company. Everything is going bankrupt. I had no idea. I do not have the exact details but I overheard my parents last night right after my outburst. So now I hold the power to save the company. I'm so confused, why me? These are grandparents I have never met and are six feet under. How do they have so much power over my life?” Clara kept trying hard not to cry, she would shut her eyes and take deep breaths from time to time. “I’m so sorry, Clara. This is a lot. For the first time in my life, I am rendered speechless.” “You will get through this. You have me.” Maddison managed to smile. “Oh, and Jane too.” “Shut up, Maddison.” They all burst into laughter. That relieved the mood a l

I said trying my best not to frown. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Alpha Hendricks said. “Yes, plus you tend to come at the wrong time most of the time. We will do that, the set time will be 08.30 and also 19.00,” Jennifer said. “Thank you Alpha and Luna,” I said and then turned around to leave. “But Hendricks, why should we struggle because of bitches who can’t control themselves?” Justin asked. I am struggling because he can't control himself and yet he dares to say all that?

One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---