Live?Love?Trust?! by Crasanda (management books to read .txt) 📖

in front of me. I look up. I see him the way he looks when he can't solve a crime. "I know you are my son. But relationships don't matter when comes down to crimes. It can anybody. It can be brother who killed your mom. Just because he was related to her doesn't mean that he won't be punished for his crime!" I sigh. My dad was on a justice roll again. "Crime is a game where justice always wins. Crime can be played by lies and beings who are untruthful but Justice, no matter what always wins! No matter how many obstacles there are, no matter how much time it takes, no matter how old the case is! Justice will find a way around the obstacles! People who play the game of Justice-" I cut him off with a gesture of my hand. "Do you do this to everybody? Even the people who are innocent? Dad, I suggest you give this speech to people who are in jury. Anyways, I've got to tell you something about my case." I tell him. He nods. I can tell he was offended by my suggestion but I had other things on my mind. "I sent out some men to go follow her. She's going to Ireland for some reason." I huff out. My dad jots down some things on a paper in the thin file. He looks up at me and raises his eyebrows at me. "Her flight leaves at 1." I shrug. He scribbles that down on the file. "Now, Mr. Sanders, if her flight is at one, why can't you just go up to her, now. That will save time, opportunity and money.

" he made quotation marks around the word money. I roll my eyes. He was referring to me. "How would I say this to her? Huh? Like, OMG, you were right. I was wrong. You are the right girl for me. Can we get back together, now?" it sounded very stupid coming out of my mouth. Which it was. My dad writes something else down on the paper. I sigh. I wanted to see her so badly and my dad was sitting at his desk, scribbling things down. "So what you are saying, Mr.Sanders, that you don't know how to express yourself to her?" now that

sounded stupid coming out of my dad's mouth. I nod like a little boy. "Well, then. Carter and Barnes can help you with that." my dad slaps his pen down onto his desk. I sigh. This was not going to be easy.

Stalkers

Swift's POV:
I take a whole bunch of clothes and throw them onto the bed. I fold them carefully and place them into my small suitcase. I catch a glimpse of a stain on one of the shirts. I pull the shirt out of the pile and study it. It was the shirt that I had worn to Aidan and I's first day. Or more like my first date with Aidan. It was amazing that I still had it. I thought I threw away this shirt. I feel a devil and angel appear on my shoulders.

Devil: Throw it away! He dumped you. Forget about him.
Angel: But he cared about you. He always did. What if he's looking for you right now?
Devil: Cared. That's past tense. He doesn't care

now. Throw it away.
Angel: When did you start telling the difference between the past, present and future?
Devil: When did you start doing my job?
Angel winces.
Angel" What job?
Devil: Being rude.
Angel: Am Not!
Devil: Whatever.
Angel: Back to the matter at hand.
Devil: Yep. I mean nop.
Angel: Did you just agree with me?!?
Devil: NO!
Angel: Yes you did! Wait till I tell God and-
Devil: He wouldn't care!
Angel: He'd be happy to hear that you agreed with me on something after an infinity!
"Back to matter at hand..." I reminded them.
Angel: Oh yes! Back to matter at hand!
Devil: Throw it away!
Angel: Don't. It's a pretty shirt.
I paused to look at the pale yellow and white checkered blouse. The sleeves were a bit above my elbows. As I liked it. I folded and aimed for the garbage can and shot it into my suitcase.
Angel: YES! Another victory! And another loss!
Devil: ...
Angel: What happened Devil? Nothing to say! Ha ha!
Devil: Ofcourse I have something to say!
Angel motions with hand to go on.
Devil: I...I... want to listen to heavy metal!
Angel exchanged looks with me. I shrug, shrugging them both off. By accident. The angel flies but poor devil lands on my foot, with pitchfork facing up.
Devil" OWWW!
Angel: Let me help you up...
Devil: Don't touch me! I'll burn you to pieces!
Angel: It's supposed to be I'll shred you to pieces or I'll burn you to rags.
Devil: Whatever. It's the same thing with two sentences combined so you know that I'll do both if I have to.
Angel: If

you have to?
Devil stands up baffled at himself.
Angel lands down beside him. Their watches ring.
Devil: Well, that's our shift, c'mon Angel, lets catch an ice cap.
Angel: I think I'll have a mocha latte
Devil: What ever you want sweetheart.
"Did you just call her a sweetheart?" I ask the devil. The angel's pale face flushes pink making her white hair stand out.
Devil: Yeah, man. I'm dating her.
"But isn't the devil and the angel supposed to be sworn enemies?" I ask him.
The devil shrugs.
Devil: That's only when we're working. Besides, man. What else is there to do?
"What else is there to do? What happened to the whole human souls damnation thing?"
Devil: I gave up on that, long time ago. You are so late!
"When did you start talking modern slang?"
Devil: When did you start becoming so annoying?
Angel: Relax, Dallan. Baby, save it for the other kid on elleventh street.
There was a bright flash and two humans were standing in front of me.
The boy had jet black hair like me and black eyes. He was wearing a black tee with a grey fading skull over it and he was wearing black skinny jeans with a white fashionable belt and black addidas sneakers. His hair was in a Zack Effron cut which made him look even cuter. The girl had pale, blond hair and aqua blue eyes. She was wearing a blood red tanktop with a blue bikini under. She was wearing white khaki booty shorts with black four inch high heels. Her skin was olive like mine unlike the boy's pale white skin. She was considerably hot. I had seen the couple walking around sometimes... wherever I was.
me: You probably want to change your clothes, angel.
Angel: Why?
me: It's freezing outside.
Dallan/ Devil: That doesn't matter.
He wraps an arm around Angel's hip pulling her closer to him.
Ding! Ding! Ding!

Fading Skulls

I wake up in bed. It was just a dream. I blow out a breath. I wish it wasn't a dream. I clamber out of my bed and into the washroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I slip on my super soft and comfy slippers and head into the kitchen. I make sure not to trip over any paint cans only to bump into the counter. I slip a chocolate chip cookie from my Chips Ahoy! box and sit down at my table. It's still dark out. I open my door to the balcony and step out. I wonder if the devil and the angel from my dream are stalking me but there's barely anybody out. My phone inside rings. I step out of the morning chill and into my generated warmth. I pick up the phone.
Me: hello
Person: hi
Me: hey
Person: do you recognize me?
Me: not really
Person: it's Justin
Me: Justin from high school
Justin: yea
Me: how did you reach me?....
Justin: let's just say I know a lot of people. Anyways, I need you back here.
Me: why?
Justin: because last night Aidan's mom was murdered.
Me: WHAT!
Justin: yea and the night before was his girlfriend Miley
Me: (happy) oh...
Justin: Aidan's really depressed right now.
Me: you mean stressed.
Justin: whatever
Me: but I can't just come back
Justin: What do you mean you can't just come back?
Me: Listen, I've finally got accepted into a university. School's starting next week. I've got to order my textbooks, get all my supplies, buy new clothes, I have to go to work.
Justin: You won't leave all of that for Aidan?
Me:...
Justin: You still love him.
Me: He broke my heart, Justin. He left me. I was broken. He broke all the promises he made. (Tears swell up in my eyes.)
Justin: Remember you used to say, to give everybody a second chance when they do something wrong? Give him a second chance, Swift.
Me:..........fine
Justin: Great. When are you coming?
Me: When I want to come.
Justin: This isn't funny.
Me: I'm not being funny.
Justin: Just tell me.
Me: I'll call you back.
Justin: Alright, babe. You don't take your time. Call me the second you book your ticket.
Me: Call you back.
Justin: TTYL
The phone went dead. I closed my eyes. I was going back to the place where it hurt me most. I could smell the fresh bread from the bakery down the street. I didn't want to leave Ireland. This was my home and will always be.

Lucky Leprechauns

I walked out of the plane and into the airport. It