Things Going Awry Novels & Stories

“What kind of problems do these people want you to remove?” “Snitches, mostly.” The words tumbled from his mouth, his gaze darting towards her. For a brief moment, it seemed he was as shocked as she was. “Fuck, I didn’t mean for it to come out that wa-” Tripping over her own feet as she stumbled back, she covered her mouth. Her stomach churned, bile threatening to spill out from her. “People? You get rid of… Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick.”

I walk away, but issues begin to grow in the core, it does not seem to be a simple work problem. It appears to be a whirlwind of trouble.

Their aura calmed down again as Tony sighed. “Yes, dear,” he answered. “I’m just worried we’re going in the wrong direction, it’s not like time is our friend here.” As he said that, he bumped into the wall and yelped out in pain. I lit another fire ball to make sure he was alright as he looked at me rubbing his face. The impact didn’t seem to do any external damage so I assumed he was alright.

The children were struggling with the uncertainty, showing signs of sadness, anger, and confusion that affected their schoolwork and relationships. Nico’s health required another hospital visit when his heart rhythm became irregular again. The doctors ran more tests and changed his treatment plan. Eli faced a serious internal company crisis when a group of key managers resigned, creating leadership gaps and project delays. The business losses from previous issues combined with these new problems put real pressure on their finances.

"The venue called today. They double booked. They cannot accommodate us on the date we chose." "So we change the date." "It is not that simple. The caterer is also having issues. They said they might not be able to provide the menu we agreed on." "We can find another caterer." "It is not that simple, Marcellus." "Then what is it?" She threw her hands up in the air. "Everything is going wrong. Everything. The wedding is a disaster. And I cannot handle it anymore." I walked toward her and stopped as I reached her front. I reached out and touched her arm.

I want Rita, want her bad—but Gregory's starting to be a real problem, and I don't know what she's going to do about this move. Too many moving pieces. Too many balls in the air. Too many chances to fuck this up.

Worse? It was working.

Wanting something I couldn’t name. What was wrong with me???

His mother’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And how exactly did that happen?” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “She found out herself.” A brief silence followed. Then his father leaned back slowly in his chair, rubbing a hand thoughtfully across his chin. “This situation is becoming messier by the hour,” he muttered. Messier. The word made Amara’s stomach twist. Because to them— That’s what this was. A complication. A disruption. A problem to manage. Not a relationship. Not a child. Not feelings. And suddenly—

*Shit. This was going to get messy.