Unordinary Free Novels & Stories

Little Shit LUCAS The little shit is unconscious on my lawn and honestly I’ve had worse mornings. I’m crouched beside him when Mrs. Able comes running out with her hands wringing and her voice three octaves above its usual register, and I straighten up and tell her he’s breathing and she responds, saying that is the absolute least helpful thing I could have said. Fair enough.

, Lucy explained while sorting things out. Marianne was shocked at how normal it felt to say ‘one of' for Lucy, she wished she had been privileged with multiple sources of income like that. Her businesses were not permanent, she only did them in times of need to get by and they at least worked out but non would stick long enough to secure a stable income. "Wow, I wish I had a stable company as well. Would have made life a little easier to bare", Marianne said with a low tone of shame.

This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up. After a while, I felt like my whole body was freezing and I didn't have any energy left in my body so I decided to take a break and sat on the stair. Sitting there I noticed the small children of the neighborhood play snow fight and I couldn't help but laugh and enjoy. I remembered how I always wanted to play snow fight but my parents never allowed me. Watching the other children of my age play snow fight or enjoying together that time made me feel sad because I was never allowed to play with them. I was always inside the house, doing homework or helping mom.

Sammy quickly responds in an almost panicked tone while she's still shaking due to fear. Sammy quickly receives a response, in a monotone voice she hears from the red being... "Your friends did this to themselves. They were given a chance, but the good they have done will never outweigh the bad! They are not PURE... Your other friends are quickly approaching, and you have 60 seconds to make your decision. Only ONE will see tomorrow!"

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I have complete faith in the Almighty. I still thought about the day when my dad called me and said that he had found a wife for me... I was pissed off.. I hated her with my every fiber... I wanted to get rid of her. But little did I know that one day I would unexpectedly fell in love with the unexpected person. I had never thought that one day she'll become the reason for my life.. it was unexpected. The Unexpected Love...

“No-“ “Hear me out. I move you to a larger property free of charge for as long as you are married to me. You keep the shop and you do what you want in a space that is fit for your creativity and you don’t worry about rent, or any costs of fabrics-“ “No. I want to do this on my own.” “It will still be on your own,” it was Clem that made the remark, my eyes snapping to hers, “Get rid of the fabric part of it. She won’t get inventory from you, but a bigger place? As a wedding gift? No rent, you could buy the fabrics and thread you need with no worries.” “I-“ It was an offer that I should have taken in a heartbeat. “They’ll still think I am leeching off of you, that I’m a gold digger that I’m no

Luckily, her bank account was now working, and she could call a cab and get what she needed at the mall. Elowen had visited the bank yesterday to reopen her account, but it hadn’t been easy. Her account had been restricted under her father's order, and the bank said it was part of a family trust fund, which didn’t make sense to Elowen. She had opened the account herself when she turned eighteen, so it was her personal account, though she had received her allowance there. Elowen had insisted and almost caused a scene at the bank. The bank had no choice but to reopen it. Now she could access her account smoothly. There wasn’t much money in it, but it would be enough for what she needed today.

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

It was ridiculous how strange a pair of jeans felt in my hands. “And these are trending right now.” She held up a tiny top. “Especially these. It is for Gen Z.” I laughed. “Okay. That’s cute.” She grabbed my hand. “Come on, try them all.” “Oh, I bought the underwear too. I called Sandro and asked to speak to you. But he refused. I bought everything in three different sizes. So, I was more than happy to flood his house with clothes. Can you believe that guy? When I said I wanted to buy you something, he subtly suggested Bash buy you clothes and refused to—,”