These Times Are Hard The Script Novels & Stories

Timothee could feel an intense feeling of determination inside her chest as she read the script that was given to her. Days had passed where she spent all of her time just inside her apartment, reading the script. She had also memorized her first lines because she was determined not to mess up, she was determined to shine even when she wasn’t the main character. She had waited for so long just to land on a big project, and now that she was given the chance to do so, she wanted to do everything that she could do in her power. There was no turning back now, although she never really thought of turning back in the first place, even when that guy seemed to be wanting to be on her way.

Trisha looked at Kristen Oliver and teased, 'This lucky looks hotter than you. Anna Garcia silently vomited, 'It should be better than Kristen's sister.' As they were talking, lucky came over. 'Sister Kristen, you're late. This can't be done. You are our senior, so you should set an example for us.' Kristen Oliver looked at his watch, smiled and explained, 'It's only eight o'clock for my nine o'clock play, so there's totally time. However, as a newcomer, you should be diligent and make persistent efforts. Don't fish for three days and dry the net for two days! '

Kept seeing herself in every scene, every line, every moment of hard-won growth. By the time she finished, it was past midnight. Her dad was asleep in the next room. The city hummed outside her window. And Angela sat in the dark, holding a script that felt like both a gift and a test, written by a man who'd broken her heart once and was asking—very politely, very professionally—for the chance to prove he wouldn't do it again.

Time to go. Too bad he had other ideas. ***

“Same time next week. The courier will deliver the next one in 6 days at 8:30pm. Thank you.” I had $10K to spend! ***Authors note*** Another short one for now! I’ll make up for it…Brownies honor! Xoxo

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

"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..."