A LUXURIES_No Good Deed..._I Couldn't Protect My Heart_The Broken and The Brave
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A LUXURIES
I was graduated into my college and its little bit nervous cuz, the thing i was expected in my 16 age was never happened!.. I was expecting to act maturely, have a small buisness or being independent.. But money is so hard to get! my dream is to have it!.. For supporting my goals.. So i realize maybe we need adjustment to have it..I planned a buisness but it failed! I was suppose to be praying to god to give me money to support my luxury... It's not a magic.. So i decided to go Fortune teller to know when was my time to have a power to shine with my luxury.. They say "until www.onedoor.ccyou ask".... I di...
No Good Deed...
*Author’s Note: “No Good Deed…” is a standalone story, set in the same universe as my other Reedsy short-stories, with overlapping characters/events.*Gadget knew criminals always returned to the scene of their crime, and she hated being that predictable. But it was unavoidable. Even from a distance, it was clear security had increased since her last visit. There were two guards at the main gates, and a third inside a quick response 4x4 car.Her brain had to fight against her leg’s desire to run, but her legs couldn’t hear the drones whirring overhead. The spies in the sky would’ve already detec...
I Couldn't Protect My Heart
His locker is stuck, again. I watched him for a full minute from across the hall before strolling over to him. Without a word, I knocked my boot against the edge of his locker, simultaneously grabbing the handle and throwing it open. I leaned against the locker next to his and smiled.“Hey,” I say.Adrian shook his head. “I still can’t figure out how you do that. I can never get this stupid thing open then you waltz up and BANG.”“I have the magic touch,” I teased, waving my hands around like I was about to pull a rabbit out of a hat.“Wish some of that would rub off on me,” he muttered, handing m...
The Broken and The Brave
Trigger warning: suicideBrooklyn In the middle of my Freshman year of college some pretty messed up stuff happened. I was keeping to myself, and people started messaging me things that pushed me farther and farther away from others. I was never “little miss perfect”. I was never a goodie-two-shoes. No one cared about me. I just decided to give up. I sat at my computer for an hour writing out a letter to my parents, letting them know that they finally got what they wanted; their disappointment of a daughter to be out of their lives. I wrote another to my so called friends, telling them thank yo...