The Grumpy

WARNING ⚠️ ADULT CONTENT ⚠️ Luther is a victim of the school's handsome asshole, Marlon Gustave, but he never misses a night to climb up Luther's window and give him a good time.

“I shake the mountains, blew the wind, burnt the fire; but when you got me, you wreck everything of me.” —Rage Koughart Thompson A hopeless romantic, Graceian Herrit Simson is content with her simple life. Being so inlove with her long timed fiance, Bill Marco, she never wish something more. Now, their relationship lasted long for years now, believes that her fiance would be the one and last man who will come to her life. Although, unexpected things happened; doubt leads to mistrust, she just saw herself hiring a private investigator to check her fiance. There, she met the investigator, Mr. Thompson, who should be Mr. Baltemore. She induced him being the most rude investigator ever which she shouldn't supposed to. Rage Koughart Thompson, a CEO of Thompson Cruise Corporations, an indeed business minded person, have already announced to media that he had no time to such unnecessary things. For him, time is millions, not worth wasting for something or someone nothing to do with his life. Unfortunately, he just found himself keeping a woman who doesn't even do good to him. As an accident happened, his uncle, Brando Baltemore, the best private investigator needs to hide as his life is at danger. Rage took the old man's responsibilities, not expecting that he also need to make an effort for a useless woman. His wasted time for Grace is like a waste of millions on his hands. And an offended Grace, she can't admitted that even she's mad, her hopeless heart still love and hopes. She dealt fasts her long time fiance but dealing with a rude man were the worst. She tried to move on but little did she know, she played fire with fire. Her heart keeps on bouncing back to its cage like nothing had harmed her.

Bru•tal ˈbro͞odl/ adjective savagely violent. "a brutal murder" synonyms: savage, cruel, vicious, ferocious, brutish, barbaric, barbarous, wicked, murderous, bloodthirsty, cold-blooded, callous, heartless, ruthless, merciless, sadistic; More Punishingly hard or uncomfortable. direct and lacking any attempt to disguise unpleasantness. ~ "I will fucking end your life, right here right now." He said as he placed the pistol to my head "Don't test me." He said as he smiled sinisterly while loading the gun.

"How can I sleep with you?" a woman complained that Jordan wanted to sleep with her without touch each other. "I just need to recover from this strange disease," Jordan replied showing his reddish body and lots of small rashes from his scratches. "Are you an alien?" "I am a human." "Why do you have strange symptoms like that?" "I don't know. I will only recover if I sleep with a woman. " = = = Jordan Land, a boss of a company's international magazine. 30 years old, tall, and handsome too. Everything about him was perfect, but there were two things about Jo that made him hated by almost everyone who knew him. First, his grumpy nature, and his mysterious illness can only be cured if he sleeps with a woman. Until he found a girl who could cure simply by its presence alone makes Jordan heal slowly. Who's that girl?

It was my girlfriend's birthday. I took her to my family's newly opened restaurant for dinner. Since we were planning to have cake later, the two of us ordered a single set meal that included a pizza and a plate of pasta. Smiling, I handed the menu to the waiter. He took it with a fake smile. I heard him calling us paupers under his breath. I frowned. "What did you just say?" The waiter froze for a second. He then put on another fake smile. "I said I'll have your order ready shortly." I snorted and replied fluently in the same language he'd used. "You just called us paupers."

I lived in this world full of lies and shit. And those people who know nothing but to judge me. They were busy talking about other people's shits and not minding their own life. Who are they? Did they give me money to feed me and my son? I am not a criminal to treat them like this. They don’t even know me and my story, but the way they looked at me, it was like they have known me for years. Their eyes send daggers at me whenever they see me passing by across the street. Their scrutinizing looks made me feel like I’m just an insect that they wanted me to get rid of. What did I do to them to treat me like I killed someone? Am I a bad person? I was just trying to give my son a good life. I know it may be dirty in their eyes, but at least I did not beg and ask for money from them. I've been living in this unfortunate world since I got fooled by love. And to keep my son, I need to work in this kind of profession. Yes, I worked in a place that they thought was the dirtiest job… But I am still proud that I am Felicity "Happy" Mondragon, and will do my best to give my child everything he needs. Find out why a loving and optimistic woman turned out to be a stripper. Will she find someone who could give her way out of that cruel world?