Unscramble Fanatic Novels & Stories

Fuck it! "Damn, that's... That's an absurdity. For what? For business? Is their money not enough? They lost you for almost four years and begged for you to come back to them and this is how they treat you to make it up? They are certainly the worst." My sister blurted out and I know it's so fucking terrifying and full of bullshit.

I was so angry at Fletcher that I cleaned my whole apartment until it sparkled, except for the carpet. The stain remained but it wasn’t all that noticeable after a whole hour of scrubbing. I sat at my desk, happy to have a pristine apartment but frustrated that I am not any closer to finding out how to get my notebook back. I didn’t know anyone’s number but Henry’s. I doubt he would have Fletcher’s number. I scowl and decide to continue studying what I was yesterday before Fletcher acted like a thug.