Ah Bullshit Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stupid fools! ***

Caleb couldn’t look at my eyes, his hands kept shaking, and his nose flared, the only truth he just told me was that Howard worked for his family and the rest were Bullshit. “BULLSHIT” I thundered, with my jaw clenched hard. I never wanted to reach this way, but it was obvious that Caleb was fucking lying to my face. “What’s bullshit?” He yelled back, standing to his feet. “Did you fuck fucking HOWARD?” I yelled, and Caleb dropped to the mat disheartened. “I lost my family, I’m going through a fucking lot, the last thing I need is you accusing me falsely” he yelled, getting to his feet.

What the fuck is wrong with me? ------

"What the fuck!!" Allison screamed in outrage as I cut off her live video. I stood my ground, staring at her with disbelief and disgust. "What the fuck? So you think you have the right to say that after what you did? You should be ashamed of yourself for stooping so low. I thought you were classy, always carrying yourself with grace. But now I see the truth - you're not classic at all; you're just a shame, Allison. A shame," I spat out, my words sharp with condemnation.

Axel called me as he walked into the room. "Can you explain what’s going on?" he asked, leaning on the door frame. "I don’t like what you’re saying," I said, angrily putting on my shirt. "Because am I expressing my opinion? Because I don’t want some things?" he said, frowning. "Because you’re full of shit," I answered by going to the bathroom to put up. I heard him follow me while I started to make up "Bullshit, Em? Since when what I think is bullshit?" he said.

I muttered under my breath. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Axel asked. I raised my head to look at him and held his gaze. There wasn't a single iota of remorse behind those ocean eyes of his. "Bullshit," I spat, mouthing that syllables as could be. "You're the bullshit." "Quit acting like a hormonal teenager, Asher," he dismissed, "Do you really want to do this here?" I chuckled bitterly, "What do you know? You've been a hormonal teenager all your life."

What kind of trouble is this. Shit!!. TBC.

-What are you doing here? Fuck.

‘Bullshit. ‘That’s very rude.’ Ellis frowned. ‘And the deity tried to contain it.’ ‘And she failed,’ I retorted. ‘Very badly. Hence we had to settle it for her.’ Ellis sighed. ‘I’m not going to argue with you on that.’ ‘There’s nothing debatable about it anyway,’ I grumbled at the rock beside me. ‘You have to admit that she’s caused nothing but trouble.’ ‘Mates.’ Ellis exhaled in exasperation.

How would it not sound good when it means people are trying to interact with them? The hairstylists lined up behind them, gently untangled their hair from the towels, and started discussing what hairstyle they would like. Mea halted them, “Hold on.” She looked at Pamela and said, “I thought we’re here for treatment only? Not for more toxi—” “BEAUTY,” Pamela started loudly, “is treatment.” Mea scoffed at the logic. She mouthed a silent doubtful ‘what.’