What She Did Novels & Stories

She wanted to see me cry, wanted to see me beg, wanted to see me stripped of every shred of dignity in front of everyone. But I gave her none of that. So the smile faded from her face, degree by degree. "Evelyn, you really can take a beating." She handed her umbrella to someone nearby and walked to the electronic lock herself. "Since you won't admit you were wrong, let's make this harder." She pressed another button. The automatic blackout blinds around the conservatory began to descend, heavy dark panels sliding down over the transparent glass one by one. The light was cut off. My breathing lurched.

I shook my head, letting Connor know that he was wrong. “She came to me. She told me that he did it to her. She never died in childbirth. She tried to leave him and take me with her.” I cried out. And he didn’t say anything this time. He just hugged me and stayed there for as long as I needed him too.

She catches my eye and walks straight over. "You're the one who got that man off her." "I don’t know if that’s exactly how I’d phrase it. I just ran interference once." "Three times. I've been watching you do it all night. Seems like your chivalry should be rewarded." Oh, hello. "What is it you do?" I ask. "Stunts. Specializing in fights and cars." She says it like it’s just another job, which is a relief after the number of self-important assholes I’ve spoken to tonight.

The one thing that she said that she’d never done in her life, and the one thing that she claimed that she never would or could do, not ever. With Scars, she did it. With Scars, she could do anything.

What did I do now? She seemed so sweet on TV but her real personality was like Ran's. I watched her as she went from yelling to full on screaming, as I strapped on my boots at the door. Suddenly she went from pleading then silence. She's not over him yet huh? As I put on my cap and face mask, she came behind me leaning her head against my back. "My shooting got canceled." She whined. She was arguing, cause of that? "I don't get it... isn't that a good thing?"

She was not going to fall apart in her kitchen on a Monday morning over something she did not do. She poured her coffee. She called Dana.

When an attacker threw acid at my face, Mom was attending my cousin Celeste's family induction ceremony. But that day was my eighteenth birthday too. As I lay dying, I used the last of my strength to send her a voice message. [Mom, help me... I'm on the West Side. Someone is trying to kill me.] Her reply came almost immediately. [Stop using these tricks to compete with Celeste for attention, Emilia. I know exactly what you're like.] That same night, the Don summoned Mom back to the Romano estate to investigate an unidentified body found on family territory. The victim's face had been destroyed. Chemicals had eaten away the fingerprints on both hands. Mom led the security team through three d

She quietly just stood up and left. She went into the dressers and changed from her normal black and white attire to her own clothes. She didn't wait for anyone to come and throw a pity party for her. She just left without being seen by anyone. When she had gotten safely outside of the gates, Shola threw her head inside her palms and cried. She was so screwed. If only she had not used up all of her savings to make a passport for herself. Now what was she going to do? Then she remembered the wallet inside her apron.

I can't read her. "Seriously, woman?" All I could say. "What do you want me to say? Sorry, master..." she toned down her voice, my forehead creased more. "What are you saying?" I can imagine how puzzled my face was. She just laughed hard, again. I left without a say. She's a crazy bad girl. "Concern about my health?" She smirked after her laughters. My brow arched."Of course, not! I'm just sharing my knowledge about the disadvantages of taking gateway drugs, Arnaez!"

What the heck she was saying? "Excuse me, everyone. I'll be back with the certificate", she smiled at everyone and walked inside her room. I was being more nervous with every passing second. What was she up to? We didn't plan anything when she asked me to help her in that drama. Basically, we hadn't done any proper planning.