Wasted Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Now, he called me greedy, asking how much money it'd take to make me leave. The check that had landed in front of me felt like it had crushed ten years of hopes and illusions. In that instant, the meaning of bleakness became tangible to me. I stared at his face, a thousand words lodged in my throat, but not a single one could get out. "Jared, you and I… let's never meet again." I untied the braided red string that I'd always worn around my ankle, and I gently placed it on top of the blank check.

Zayn Dawson I woke up and the first thing I noticed was how I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. Instinctively I looked down to confirm they were still there intact. Both of them. Who knows, we might be dealing with sophisticated cannibals after all. My legs were there. They were just too worn out to be of any use at the moment.

It was Cassandra, Eunica’s six-year-old daughter. “But you know what I always thought?” her best friend started, trying to overpower the screaming of kids at the background. “That you’ve never fully moved on yet.” She had to roll her eyes, pulling up her foot on the chair. “Trust me, I’ve moved on from that ass. You think I’d waste my time moping for that cheater?” “He’s not what I’m talking about, and you know that.” She let out a laugh. “Here you go again with your delusions, Eunica.”

"Joyce, I never said you could leave. How could you just walk away? You barged into my life first. You don't get to ditch me and Jeremy now." Jeremy clung to Aaron's neck, his small voice uncharacteristically firm. "Dad, we have to find Joyce." But the days stretched on without any word from me. Aaron's phone rang, and his assistant's voice came through, sounding nervous. "Mr. Mueller, we've pulled every string we have, but there's no trace of Ms. Quayle. It's like she vanished into thin air." "How is that even possible?" Aaron, usually unshakable and quick to act, now sounded uncertain, his control wavering. "Keep looking. I don't care what it costs. Just find her."

Her eyes were filled with pity when she saw a young man like me renting the place just to pile up junk. Mr. Winters' factory was right next door, and he produced the same line of goods as Uncle Liam. Half his yard was piled high with scrap and left unattended. When I knocked on his door, he sized me up. "Aren't you Liam's nephew? I heard you and your uncle had a massive falling out." "I'm here to talk business, Mr. Winters. I'm sure a personal rift won't get in the way of my business." He smiled. "Fair enough. You've got guts. In any case, you can take that scrap pile off my hands. I'll sell them to you for five grand."

“Have you been eating properly? I’m worried about you.” I hesitate. The truth is, my appetite has all but vanished. Meals have become a chore, something I barely engage in unless necessary. I take a few bites here and there, just enough to function, but it is not enough. The weight loss is obvious now, even to me. I am spiraling, and I know it. “I’ve been eating,” I lie, though my voice lacks conviction. Jasmine doesn’t look convinced. “Neither of you are handling this well.” I frown. “What do you mean?”

“And yet… wasted.” Power? What was it talking about?

Hiram turned his gaze to Jason and asked dryly, “Do you really think an employee should be fired just because she forgot a warning sign?” Vivica nodded eagerly, and she replied, "Of course, Big Brother. Can someone with her meager salary even afford my medical expenses?” Before her brother could speak, the supervisor intervened, looking directly at President Cartwright, and said, “Miss is lying, Sir. We don't have anyone named Brooklyn in my department, and besides, we only used a vacuum on the floors today.” The supervisor's words hung in the air like a heavy sentence, stripping away every ounce of Vivica's high-society armour.

It was a simple registration with no wedding. She said she finally understood that stolen happiness had to eventually be paid for. She said her biggest regret was losing me as a friend. She apologized. I stared at the email, speechless for a long time. Finally, I only replied with one sentence. Zoe: [Take care.] Then, I deleted the email. Some mistakes were unforgivable. Some people were lost forever once you lost them.