Bad Couple Novels & Stories

This makes the couple's love last forever. *** Why is the title of this story The Bad Son-in-Law? Because the men in this story are not good sons-in-law, they are bad. They marry women without the permission of their parents or family, and they do not involve the role of the woman's family in this married life. This story begins with a mistake that ends happily. So that makes women blind with a demonic figure behind the bodies of the men they love.

"Even if she makes the mistake, I won’t kick her out of the car. Think about it if I kick her out will I solve the problem? Will it make the situation better?" I muttered. "No." "Why did you ask that anyway?" I shrugged. "It reminds me of Carmen. She once got kicked out of the car by her ex-boyfriend. Even though the boy is at fault." "What a dick." I nodded agreeing with him. "I saw a couple of girls getting kicked out of the car too, so I assume you are not so different from them." "You judge me too fast. Don’t tell me your boyfriend ever did that to you?" I shook my head vigorously. "No, Liam wouldn’t do such thing. He’s a sweet person as I told you." He replies with a soft hum.

Rosetta rolled her eyes, getting to her feet. "You're the worst person I've ever met, Marino. You don't feel the least bit of remorse that you shamelessly slept with my good friend behind my back even while we still had whatever going on and you can't even apologize sincerely to your best friend." "About what!?" Marino slammed his wine glass on the table. Rosetta jumped. "About what, huh!? That it's so easy for me to get the girls? That I'm just too charming so my best friend's only female friend picked me over him? That I'm still stuck with him even though he has become such a bore? Huh? Tell me!"

It always makes me sick. Politics, Drugs dealer, Human trafficking- List all of it, I was forced to deal with it. Why? because once upon a time I was good at being a puppet for Luigi and now I regret ever coming across all these people. Him. As a child, my parents were always busy and rarely spent time with me due to their work, at night I always listen to them bickering about everything, sometimes even at dinner.

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!