Novel & Cerita Am I The Ahole

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

I promise you Ash: I haven't lied to you except for AAH Olivia: I can't even believe you right now Olivia: I genuinely thought you weren't an a**hole like every other person Ash: I can't say I'm not because I'm not a good man, but I wouldn't play any games with you. I didn't manipulate you Ash: I was genuine the whole time Olivia: Not the whole time Ash: Almost Ash: It's only the AAH profile I lied to you about Olivia: It's not an 'only' for me

” she looked at me and folded her arms. “You and I know that Amora is actually not the same we knew when we were growing up and besides you know that Selena cares about you and everyone in the pack and won’t do anything to destroy or hurt you and the pack. Why would you believe her words more than the words of your mate?” “I…. know that I was an idiot. And I know that I hurt her with my words.” I admitted placing my hand on my hair. “I really fucked up didn’t I?” Amy nodded in affirmation.

Worst, Amara has the same smile. Damn! If I had believed in reincarnation, I would Alita came back as Amara to haunt me. Moreover, why would she even have the look of another person with my daughter's name? "Fuck her" I closed my eyes "Fuck them a....." Flinching, I rubbed my palm on my face as I felt my phone vibrate on the bed. "That son of a bitch" Without taking it, I knew who that person was. "Asshole" I muttered as I rolled over to take the call "What is it, asshole?"

how much I hate it! “So....who is it that would be gay?” “Ahahaha...It’s not my fault if....ahaha you said that yourself...hahahah by yourself” “Wrong answer!” “Ahahahah it’s ok I say the true...ah ha...you!” Darren pulls those tentacles of his away from me, staying on top of me, and said, “Let’s hear.”

I mumbled, feeling awkward under their scrutiny. Abigail arched a brow, clearly amused by my discomfort. “You’ll have to be tougher than ‘fine’ if you’re sticking with us.” “Is that what this is?” I shot back, crossing my arms. “I’m ‘sticking’ with you now? You were so eager to kick me out last time,” I muttered to myself. Abel tilted his head, seemingly scrutinizing me more closely. “You make it sound like you’re being dragged into something worse than where you came from.”

After all, Red is an attitude of being classy and crazy. Later at that moment, I left my room without leaving a single trace of where I am heading. _____________________________ _____________________ Jericho POV Unaware, I sighed so loudly while staring blankly at my car's window. "Are you okay, Mr. Arison?" Worried, asked my driver. "I don't know. My wife suddenly becomes a different person. It's like I don't know her." I expressed with a little tone of guilt.

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC

So, like the big boy I was, I sucked it up. Yes. I literally swallowed my own puke. Call me disgusting if you would like. I do not mind. There are worst things and names that I have been called. “Finally over.” I say in one breathe as I cover up the slug in the hole. “And hopefully, this would be the last time we have problems.” Suddenly, a man’s voice echoes behind me. “Aww, how cute. You still talk to yourself.”

he said. Again, nothing followed. So that was it? I thought they were supposed to answer my questions if I calmed down. “I’m Michal, Mimi for short, this is my brother Izza. You were beat pretty badly and you’ve been out for about a week, but nothing’s permanent. You’re recovering well, although you’ve got a long way to go,” she said. That still didn’t explain why I was here, how they knew Aaron’s name. Why they listened to my voicemails and sent a fake text…technically. “Where the hell am I? What am I doing here?” I knew this was considered a crime in all fifty states.