Ah Bullshit Novels & Stories

“I did told you about me, your fault for not believing.” “And why would I believe an asshole like you—you know what, I wouldn’t be surprised if you come out to me and say ‘Boo! It’s Satan! Motherfucker’.” Ashley waved his hands around making me chuckle at how silly he looks. If only you know how close you are to the truth, Ash—you’d shit yourself.

as an answer. Bulshit, the book must be a scam. I was thinking before she corrected to me. "believe it or not, it's not just a scam sweetheart." The dark luna herself speaks inside of my head.....

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

"Bullshit. Something happened with Bentley, didn't it? Or Miles? Since when are there so many guys in your life?" "Breathe before you give yourself a hernia." I laugh, quirking an eyebrow at him. "And no, I'm allowed to feel like shit sometimes and skip school." "Physically or mentally?" he asks me skeptically. "Bit of both, I guess." It is half true. He sits on the end of the bed, watching me. "What's wrong?" "I can't talk to you about it," I admit honestly. "You won't get it." "Try me."

“What the hell is going on here?” Shit.

“My face is so precious and literally perfect, and I made sure it stays that way. I don't know how you can be so careless as to give yours a mark.” “Sometimes I wonder if you're my twin with how dumb you are. I never get scolded by mom, not ever! But you…” she chuckles, “every day you make mom wish she gave you up for adoption!” She was full-on laughing at this point. I grind my teeth, “Are you boasting? Happy that our mother hates me?” “You're the one who doesn't know how to behave and makes everyone the villain. You should reflect on yourself more.” Tasha got up and walked to the door. “I've known about this marriage for months now, and I've spent time with the three of them… they honestly

Buzz. I watched the steam rise from my mug, remembering Troy teaching me to read tea leaves just days before the foundation launch. We'd been running on no sleep, high on caffeine and possibility. "It's all bullshit," he'd said, "but expensive bullshit sells." We'd laughed ourselves sick coming up with increasingly ridiculous fortunes. "I see a tall, dark stranger in your future," I'd told him, swirling his cup with mock seriousness. "Generic," he'd critiqued. "Try again."

Double shit. I can’t believe he just ruined everything.

"This is bullshit!" . . .

"Bullshit! Dammit!" Matt began yelling in hatred and anger, cussing in desperation over what was happening. "Fucking shit! Utter crap! What the fucking hell is happening?!" He is actually taken aback by how fast and easily their enemies have found them, and he demands to know who may have had a hand in this.