Bart Gets An F Novels & Stories

he said with a chuckle. "Oh, you didn't have to fetch coffee and lunch for them?" I joked. Bart frowned. "Tell that fat fuck to piss off. You know I don't like that. You're there to be an accountant, not his office boy," he growled. I shrugged and sighed. Bart narrowed his eyes. "If he lays a hand on you or looks at you wrong, you tell me. You got that?" "He's married and straight, Bart," I sighed. "All right, all right," he said backing down. "Now come on. Dinner's ready. I want to celebrate."

Young Barrett is not clueless about the current situation and she knows that the foster family indulged themselves with the money her parents have left for her. “You are arrogant, is that why the mafia is looking for you?” her thoughts of the past were disturbed when her foster brother spoke. “Mafia?” She has never heard of this. “Yeah, there are people who came looking for Barrett Adelaide, at first we denied however upon realizing that it was your real surname you are using and not ours, we are quite disheartened. Do you despise us so much that you even remove yourself from our family register?” he acts so exaggerated and tries to look pitiful to her.

Paul faded off toward the bar with no further protest. Bart found himself at a disadvantage sitting at the booth. A regional Alpha stood over him with his arms crossed and glared. He couldn’t fault him. Bart was following his orders to the letter. It had to look bad. He was the enforcer sent to track the trouble and deal with it.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

Barcode threatened, but Bass wasn't that scared. "Dude, you need to relax. Don't think too complicated." "Stop teasing me, or will I swear at you, to match with a man?" Barcode's annoyance. Bass fell silent immediately after that. He didn't dare to say anything. Otherwise, the oath that Barcode was about to say could be accomplished. Barcode wanted to change the atmosphere in the room, so he said again, "Did you have breakfast?" Bass just remembered that he was eating cup noodles, and as he walked towards the small table near his bed, the cup noodles were out of shape, having been overcooked.

"Yeah, because the last he knew, we were, in fact, dating. Come on, Portia. We talked about this, and you'd agreed to consider your feelings." "I have considered them. And I'm still in the same place I was when we talked about this weeks ago. Nothing about the situation has changed. He's still in high school, he's still not dealing with his grief, and my parents are still his legal guardians." Stuffing my face gave me something to do besides address the heart of the matter. Bart slammed his fist on the table, and I nearly choked on the food in my mouth. "I'm not going to let you use me as a scapegoat."

Olivia tried to say something but at that time, our Biology Professor entered the room and we soon were engaged to the work. " No!" I said while looking at my test paper. We were having the math lesson after the Biology lab work that day. " Those who scored under 45,will come to see me at my office after the lession." Mr. Gardner, our math professor said while distributing the papers. I looked at my paper. I scored only 30 out of 75! It was an F grade. I buried my head over my hands and was thinking what to do about it. Mathematics was not entirely my favourite subject. I kind of suck at math.