Am I The Ahole Novels & Stories

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

Ace was wrong when he said I did. "You aren't exactly the epitome of good, you know," I deadpanned with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, Assholes recognize other assholes, Mia. We know what our kind looks like," his pink lips pressed into a thin line. "I guess it's a good thing that he made what he wants from me pretty clear then," I shrugged solemnly, actually feeling pity for myself, "he's just trying to get into my pants."

My face betrays me instantly, heat rushing to my cheeks and neck. I glare at him. “And what’s your name?” I shoot back. “You seem to know mine, so it’s only fair.” He studies me for a moment. Then— “Azriel,” he says. “But you can call me Az.” I smile. Slow. Sharp. “Oh, I see,” I say sweetly. “I’ll call you Az-hole. Seems more fitting, don’t you think?” For the first time— He blinks. Got you. A loud, aggressive growl breaks the tension.

Cereal_killer ... Yes_you_suck ... I_love_my_mommy ... Will_the_devil DARN IT! *PEASANT I_love_my_mommy BUT, DUDE, YOU ARE ALREADY EXPOSED. Will_the_devil IT WAS AUTOCORRECT, WHAT THE HECK?! Yes_you_suck SURE. Cereal_killer SURE. I_love_my_mommy SURE. I_pooped I MEAN, HE IS RIGHT, GUYS. I AM NOT A PRINCESS. I AM A QUEEN.

"It's cute." No. No, no, no. I am so dead. WHY DID I SAY IT WAS CUTE? "CUTE!" Ambrose roared. "I...." I stopped midway and looked behind him. The exit seemed so close yet so far. Why wasn't Tessa and Shirley coming to my rescue? "Are you going to say something, or have you gone mute?" he barked. I could tell my comment about his schlong being cute hurt his man ego, and he was waiting for me to apologize and address it properly.

Entitled Asshole: Use soap. Laughing to myself, I throw my phone onto the floor before I cuddle into my bedsheets. Whatever, asshole.

“Please don't hurt me, she whispered faintly. “I was nice when I was alive .” “You were not nice you were dumb.” Axel replied icily. Ariel looked at the sea and it's surrounding in confusion. “Where am I?.” She was forced to ask. “Earth.” She held her head in pain, she had an excruciating headache, it felt like her head was about to split open. She fainted, Axel was quick to hold her head before her back touches the ground. “Darned humans.” He cursed. He was never wrong for despising humans, they were the weakest species he had ever seen. They were full of greed, lies, lust and other dumb vices. Their emotions were very unsteady as well , they could switch up on anyone at any point in time.

“Go back to your bay, Ahmad. I’m busy.” “I bet you are,” Ahmad said, his voice dripping with filth. He turned his grin toward me. “He’s an animal when he gets focused, isn’t he? I’ve seen him tear an entire engine block apart just because one bolt was missing. I bet he didn’t give you a second to breathe.” I didn’t flinch. I actually leaned into the discomfort, my gaze flicking to the dark bruises on my own collarbone before meeting Ahmad’s eyes. “He’s very… thorough. I appreciate a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty to get the job done.”

“Out of all the crap you’ve said and done with women through the years, that’s actually true. Maybe it’s best you’re staying away from each other. It’s just a pity that when you finally fall in love, it’s with the wrong girl.” I let out a short and bitter laugh through my nose. “Exactly. So maybe it’s time to do some more crap, and hope I finally meet someone else.” “That’s not what I meant.” I shrugged. “Do you have a better idea?” “Yeah. Lots actually.” “Well, they’re all boring.” Unfortunately, hunting ranGray fucks had turned boring as well. I just didn’t want to admit it. “Aaron...” “It’s time for whiskey and some pussy therapy,” I said, with a fake cocky smirk.

A voice interrupted my conversation to see the owner of the voice “Uncle Andrew, how are you?” I said to him and he smiled, looking at me suspiciously "Good, I thought you were talking to someone." “No, I talk to myself sometimes. I like to set up a conversation between myself and myself. It really is a good thing to try.” I said trying to explain. "No, thanks, I don't think of doing that. Others will think the Red Moon Flock Betta has gone crazy," he said to me, starting to laugh.