Am I The Ahole Novels & Stories

Am I sick or is it something else? Oh God!

Why the hell am I thinking negative? What the hell will I do with you? My phone has only taught me that all the people are selfish. They will only end up hurting and breaking your hearts. So, you should be always the first to hurt them which is going to prevent you from a minor or major heartbreak. After few hours: Someone knocks the door. I shouted in sleep, "I don't care who the hell you are? Just get lost and stop banging the fucking door. Let me sleep." Someone asked, "Cristill, open the door.

Either way, I am the asshole. I am Plinio Murray and I am nothing but a bully.

Havermouth, Present Time “Ah f-k,” Aislen smirked as she dragged her eyes over Tabitha Marie. “And suddenly so much becomes clear. Let me guess, one of my boys, or all of them, f-ked with you during your teen years and you’ve been leading the Vendetta Coven in their revenge efforts to deflate the Triquetra’s sausages permanently ever since? Liked their sausage a bit too much, and made you pout to give it up, did it, bitch-cat?”

What they living hell have I done? I bite my lip and finally open my mouth trying to muster up the courage to say something but nothing actually comes out. What the hell do I even want to say? I have been caught red-handed, fair and square in the act. The video is actually a very clear vivid picture captured in a very sharp HD camera to sharp enough to reveal the faces of i and Amelia with ecstatic expression on our faces savouring the sweetness of the sex we were having then. There is nothing I can say to prove that it is actually fake. I have been caught in 4K and there is no escape from it. My God. What am I going to do to escape this? Shit. I am absolutely and completely doomed. I am so

“So what’s your deal man? Why are you always so quiet?” Cheyenne breaks the silence as they have been walking without talking to each other for a while now. “What deal?” Daniel looks at her and quickly looks back ahead at the road. “I mean are you a runaway or something?” She asks curiously. He stays silent for a while and after a few minutes he says “Yes I am.” Cheyenne looks at him and tries to read his expressions but fails as he has none on his face.

“No rock. I just don’t have time to watch z-tube.” “And therein lies your problem.” “Get to your point, please,” I sighed. “The hotter a male is, the more of an a&&hole he necessarily is. It’s science. And our alpha king is clearly a very, very, very big a&&hole.” “Wow. That’s what you call science?”

" Where am I?" " Well, look around." The girl spoke up. " What do you see?" I roll my gaze around. There's a river before me, a bridge ahead of me. I check where am placed and realize I'm on a boat. Nothing makes sense, so I ask, " am I in heaven?" The girl shrugs and they reply together. " More like hell..." It's all I need to hear before I pass out again. . . .

"But I won't give up on you. No matter how far your father intends to push me away. Distance only makes the heart grow fonder. I will always love you, Amber Harvard. Regardless of whatever atrocities your father may have committed. Don't ever forget that." Amber tsked in mock disappointment, rolling her eyes. "Listen, Amber, I am dead serious. You have got to believe me." Khole said with imploring eyes, her hands clamped together beseechingly. "There's no point listening to the chatters of a mentally deranged mother," Amber said brusquely as she waved at her dismissively. Khole gasped in shock as she covered her left hand over her mouth her eyes dilated. "How could you say that Amber? It is

“All right. Knock it off.” “Kathy and Jon were ugly dumb lovers. Especially in their hand-me-down covers When he pulled out his trigger She said, ‘Not much of a frigger Can’t find the right hole to make me a mother.’” “You are hi-fucking-larious.” “Are you in?” “Okay, I’m in. Gotta go.”