Things Have Gotten Worse Novels & Stories

I lost a customer who bought white bread daily after Benjamin left Gaston City. At the same time, I lost a friend I could chat with. Now, Evan visited my bakery daily. He'd place a stalk of fresh rose every day on the window sill. He stood there without interrupting my work, but his presence was jarring to me. I ended up writing a complaint to the Gaston City mayor. How could a city, which claimed to be werewolf-free, allow a werewolf to come and go as he wished? What a disrespect for the laws!

Just one word, but it lit something fierce inside her chest. They moved on. The streets grew quieter, but not safer. They passed a row of storefronts where mannequins in shattered windows stood twisted, their shadows moving independently. A pack of stray dogs snarled at empty space, eyes glowing faintly red. A subway entrance exhaled a steady hiss of smoke, though no train passed below. “This is spreading faster than expected,” Kael said at last, his tone grim. “It’s no longer a single soul. Its corruption is infecting the city itself.”

And this is only getting worse. Or better. Or both. God help me.

“One way or another.” Alec sighs. “Just keep an eye on them. Tension’s rising, and the last thing we need is an internal fucking war.” I nod once, already done with this conversation. “Anything else?” Alec hesitates. “Yeah.” His eyes flicker with something unreadable. “Your vision.” My entire body locks up. I don’t want to fucking talk about it. “The darkness… it’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Alec says quietly. I say nothing. He already knows the answer.

We end up in a worse battle than the previous one . How am I going to live with him???

They cooperate to stuck themselves within an agonizing position. I heave more. I never should've taken that cure if known it'll result this negative repacuation. "The cure really was a terrible idea". "It perform more bad than good". "It worsened situations julie. It f""king worsens everything!" I complain. I squeeze my body then desperately massage my chin. It slightly comforts me but performs not the trick. I remain troubled, stressed and worn. A cold broad and tough trembling palm slowly rest on my shoulders. I jerk.

he said. "Okay, go ahead. ” I said in a slightly hurried tone. I wanted to know and I needed to know. Nathan that bastard. " The bad news is, It turns out your old pack is becoming bigger," he said. "and the good side of it is they are growing weaker every day, without their true Luna.” he finished. “I don’t understand? Please care to elaborate. ” I said.

Not even close. And deep down— She knew one thing. This wasn’t over. It was just getting worse.

Dangerous. “It hasn’t even started.” And somehow… That felt worse.

The infected were changing. We’d seen it happening in small, insidious ways for weeks—movements that were too coordinated, behaviors that seemed almost calculated. But now, it was undeniable. They were getting faster, stronger, and smarter. And with every new mutation, our losses grew heavier.