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

Jaxson pinched the bridge of his nose, “Scarlet… just ask” “I can leave…” Kyle was visibly uncomfortable. “No, it's fine. I got a message from my assistant, there is an issue with our mine we use and we haven’t done a charity event and with all the new lines I put out…” I trailed off as I saw Jaxson’s head nod in understanding. “I thought mine was not functional?” Kyle asked, clearly lost. Jennifer must not have told him everything about me. “What do you and Jennifer even talk about? Has she not told you about me?” I asked, laughing.

Damien took a bite and looked down at his plate, nodding satisfactorily. “This is really good,” he complimented. They ate quietly at first, and then after some healthy interval had passed Robert broke the silence with his typical business talk, keeping his tone light and full of pride. “I am sure you must be curious about how far things have gone since we last spoke soon. To be honest, it is like the heavens are literally smiling at us. Better than I could ever have dreamed of haha,” he said with a chuckle. Damien could not help but smile, genuinely happy to hear of this progress.

"What are you eating?" "Something you would disapprove of." "I disapprove already." He noticed one of his shirts in my pile. "That's mine." "You left it." "That's not transfer of ownership." A week ago, silence through a phone had felt like proof of everything we couldn't do. Tonight it started feeling almost domestic, the two of us existing in the same quiet without needing to fill it. "One ordinary thing," I said eventually. "I found a place downstairs that makes decent coffee." "You finally approve of Singapore?"

I shrug that thought away as he started talking. I notice that whenever he's talking or making a speech, he's not making any sense on some part and just keep on blabbering words, and in my point of view, it is somehow annoying. He's wasting time by blabbering nonsense, time is moving quickly, the UVirus is spreading fast, and given what we've witnessed the day before yesterday and yesterday itself tells that the effect of the UVirus is a zombie apocalypse. If he will keep on doing this, I bet the whole world's population will turn into zombies.

"We made one final upgrade to it last night so its batteries will last longer. It won't be as good as 1096 but it will be able to keep you company whenever you are bored." Harold continued and afterward, Jodi became a little sentimental when she told her cousin about her though. "Shantal, I am really sorry. When we leave, I hope you forget all the bad memories and remember all the good ones. Or you can just forget about everything if you want." "No" Shantal replied flatly after everything they said. "What do you mean?" Confused and alarmed by Shantal's response, Jodi asked her cousin back wishing that the other party would at least give them an idea regarding her personal take on the matter.

“Honey, you can't keep shutting me out when things get too tough for you. Let me know if you have anything that is bothering you.” “I um…” I cleared my throat, wanting to sound more confident. “There is nothing I need to know from you. I just want my phone back.” “Your phone hasn't been repaired.” I sighed when I heard what he said. It had been more than a month since the accident and still the phone hadn't been repaired. What kind of damage could the phone have incurred that would be that time-consuming to fix? And didn't Lorenzo say he came from old money? Why was it so difficult to get me a new phone?

Kelly screamed in obvious disappointment. “I guess we only bond well with our traumas,” aunt replied curtly. “And what about your blossoming and enviable friendship? Did it end? Are you all still in touch with each other?” Nelly added. She looked like she was really taken by surprise by the words that she heard. “Well, it's no longer what it used to be. We still chat over the phone, once in a while but the wine just tastes stale and different now.” she cleared her throat and continued.

I sat beside him on the carpet, neither of us spoke for almost a minute. Then I asked the question I should have been asking years ago. "How are you?" He considered it. "I'm... okay." It wasn't convincing. "Just okay?" He shrugged. "Better." Better, not healed, just better. "I've been sleeping." "That's good." "The nightmares aren't every night anymore." I swallowed hard. "Dr. Kuntz still calls?" His face softened immediately. "She called yesterday." Of course she had. "She sent me more of these cooking videos, even though she always claims to be a bad cook, I wonder how she gets these." He smiled—a real one this time.

"Slower than I'd like. But recovering." "I think," I said slowly, looking between them both, "this is the first time since I met either of you that I actually feel like the worst is genuinely behind us, instead of just waiting quietly for the next thing to detonate." Killian raised an imaginary glass, grinning despite the exhaustion still etched into his face. "To detonation free evenings. May we have considerably more of them."

He hadn’t been able to look at me then, but he was looking now. "Hello, Father," I said, my voice sounding smaller than I wanted it to be. He just leaned back into the shadows of his leather chair. "You look a mess, Kamara. Is this what the Mann legacy has devolved into?" I swallowed the lump in my throat. I had thought, hoped stupidly that nearly dying would have changed him. That the attack on our home might have cracked the ice. But as I looked at him, I realized the fire had only made him harder.