Angelique Boyer Ex Romane & Geschichten

He’ll ruin my plan. Kingston Xavier is my ex-boyfriend. After our break up, I heard that Angel and him are celebrating their fifth Monthsary. Like what the eff? They are on while we’re also on? He two timed us so good. But I know Angel. She’s happy. She’s happy that she can steal my boyfriend easily. She’s always like that. A whore stealer boyfriend. I can no longer count on my fingers how many exes she has stolen, or she was the reason of the break-up. Sometimes I wonder. She is rich, but why does she seem to have like nothing? What? Life is so hard so just be a thief? What is it? Very thirsty? Dead hungry woman? That’s Angel!

She grinned widely upon that idea. “well well well! look who have we got here?” “Ohh! How could she talk? I knew it! where’s her switch button?” Alexis spat at Amber who just made a grand entrance along with her disciples. “I wonder until when are you gonna keep up with Arianne? I mean if your boyfriends are friends it’s okay……but, what if she’s not the girlfriend anymore? I heard Gracie as in the "Gracie Donovan" is back! You know, the boyfriend's ex-girlfriend!!?! Does it mean she’s also back in Jace Keller’s life?” she said smirking then turn around to leave.

But still, I would rather tell the truth, it has a way of setting you free. “Marcus was my boyfriend for three years.” That was a shocker. Victoria's eyes went wide, I watched her throat gulp, then a loud laugh tore out of her throat again, threatening. I continued. “Yes, my boyfriend who was supposed to be in Texas. He did put a ring on it… He said he was coming back… He asked me to wait, but then,” I paused, sniffed hard. “He stopped texting me… He stopped calling, every attempt to reach him failed… for three months, I never heard from him.” My throat gulped hard. My stomach rumbled. I was reliving the pain, the rejection over again.

Pavitra said, unbothered. The bell rang. It was Angelique’s movers with her things. She directed them to her room, and they set about unpacking. While they arranged her wardrobe and positioned the furniture, Angelique returned to the university’s main block. She stood before the diamond board and read to herself, the names of the five S-Class students from bottom to top. - Ryan Jay Williams - Alejandro José Diego Carvajal - Cornelia Harley Meier - Suhee Park - Juhoon Harris Feng-Choi — number one on Forbes, huh? Not for long, she thought, a cold smile tightening at the corner of her mouth. I’ll make sure I ruin every part of you, make you suffer, seize everything from you, and then kill you.

My heart is joyful and grateful seeing him having fun. We went like the old days; he can grab my hand easy or hug me like before. I’m happy and is trying not to think too much of it. I’m scared about falling deeper but I’m letting everything since Carina isn’t here anymore. “Things are becoming weird,” Hailey told me one night. Angelo isn’t there anymore since he already went back to the mansion. “Why do you think so?” I asked. “You and him are not supposed to be close,” she said. And sat on the side of my bed.

Carrie rolled her light green eyes at me, "that's kind of disappointing." “There is more to him and who he is and has become. He’s a great guy.” I enthused. “Not everyone can measure up to your incomparable standards, Carrie.” “That’s the problem with you, Angelique. I won’t ever be able to live vicariously through you,” she said and I snagged a pillow from under her elbows and hit her face. “You’re not a risk taker.” “You are a pervert, my friend!” I laughed, smacking her head with my pillow again gently when she put both of her hands up as if she was letting go of the topic. "I don't kiss and tell."