Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke Kindle Novels & Stories

“Can we do that later? We both decided to watch this movie, and now you want to talk?” I frowned and snatched the remote from him, turning off the screen. “When I say ‘let’s talk,’ it means we talk. You don’t get to protest,” I snapped. Caleb leaned back, rubbing his face. “Fine. What is it this time?” I moved closer to him. “I just got a call last night. My brother is improving. And if he wakes up fully…” My lips curved into a faint, calculating smile. “…everything we’ve been working toward will be wasted.”

She said still upside down. I thought about it. My body was still sore from the hour I had spent working out yesterday. “Okay you convinced me.” I said.. It was a Friday night and we were both exhausted but we had to eat. Aimee got up to go to our en-suite bathroom and I decided to call Jasper. I hadn’t spoken to him much the past few weeks… and every time I did speak to him he seemed to be in a weird mood. I hated that he wasn’t here with me this year. I’d gotten to where I relied on him heavily once we left home. And I knew things would change a little with us being so far apart … but I had no idea just how much. Or how quickly they would.

The night before Christmas Eve felt impossibly bright, even through the grey city streets. I couldn’t stop smiling. For the first time all week, my chest felt light instead of heavy. Ever since last night’s talk with Kade—though I had thought he’d been mean at first—we’d been texting and calling back and forth nonstop. Each message, each laugh shared through the screen, seemed to erase the sting of the past week. I could almost forget the way he had made me feel small and guilty. Almost.

"Mara. That's the same thing." "It's a more controlled version of the same thing." She looked at me across the counter. "And he said it back." "In his way. Yes." "In his way meaning—" "Meaning he said it like someone dismantling a bomb. Carefully. With full awareness that one wrong move ends everything." I wiped down the counter that didn't need wiping. "He said he knows how I take my coffee." Jess stared at me. "That man is down bad." "We have four weeks left."

riley said, a little disappointed. " yeah, ermm, i came to town for a business deal and i have a flight out this morning, a flight that i'll miss if i don't leave right now" Jesse said with a bit of embarrasment and disappointment in his voice " okay, that's alright" Riley said with a smile " yeah, and uhmm, it was really nice seeing you, it's been...forever" Jesse said " Yeah, it was nice seeing you too" Riley responded " and about last night, i didn't mean to , you know, you were in such a bad shape and you just kept talking about things and...i'm sorry if it looked like i took adavantage" Jesse said in a calmer tone

Quickly getti NH the letter head because whoever sent the email wasn't smart enough to hide their IP address. Jasper's phone rang, and he placed it to his ear, listening to what the person on the other end had to say. "You have got to be kidding me!" He snapped. I turned to gaze at him, thinking that that was the only time I heard him angry. "That is the second shipment lost at sea this week." He paused to listen to what the person had to say. "I need those hardwares to upgrade the system. What kind of tech company am I running if I can't provide my consumers with quality and protection?"

"Eric, our town has always been peaceful. We've never had someone like you. "What you've ruined isn't just yourself. You've ruined your family's name. You've dragged the whole town down with you." He paused, then his voice turned icy. "The only solution now is for you to pay the price. Only then will things settle down." "Pay the price?" I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Have you lost your mind? All this over an 'OK'?" "Someone like you…" his voice suddenly rose, "will only bring more trouble if you stay!"

I brushed my thumb along the battered cover one last time before setting it back exactly where I’d found it. Carefully. Almost gently. Behind me, Lucas shifted his weight. For once, he didn’t rush to fill the silence with another joke. “Alright…” he said at last, his voice noticeably quieter. “So, uh… I’ve got good news.” I didn’t bother turning around. “Lucas.” “Yeah?” “That sentence has never once improved my life.” “…That’s not true.” “It absolutely is.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Every time you tell me you’ve got good news, something catches fire, floods, explodes, or ends up costing me money.”

“Everything…the last time at the study…” “I do not entertain crap like that. So, if that makes you feel special, I’d rather you didn’t. It wasn’t an act of kindness.” “I know, but that isn’t the only thing I’m thankful for.” His brows were now sitting in furrows, looking intently at me. I coughed out in discomfort, shifting my weight and clearing my throat. “You know, I’ve had a difficult life too.” I continued. “Down to the point where I always thought that every damn day was going to be my last.”

he said, and I smiled because the psychopath smashed my phone so badly that I lost hope that it would work again. “I also didn't know that it would work, so I gave it a try and it worked,” I said, and he hummed. “You are getting a new one right?” He asked from the other end. “Yeah I should because it might stop working anytime soon,” I said. “That's so thoughtful of you,” he said from the other end. “Are you okay now?” He asked from the other end. “I am fine now,” I replied.