Becoming Unbecoming Book Novels & Stories

"When I went for the second interview, the manager wanted to have me as the interview and when I refused he said no sex, no job, can you imagine that ugly hyena. I wanted to punch him so badly but if I did that I would have been late for the next interview cause I know that once I started punching him, I wouldn't stop until he lost consciousness but I promise to go give him that punch when I have time. But yet when I went for the interview it was a woman as the manager so I got excited and thought I might have a chance this time you know girl code, but guess what, she said I am too beautiful for my benefit and that I have the looks of employees who seduced their bosses so I would not be give

It wasn’t a text from her father. It was an anonymous number. Unknown: You are enjoying life while you know you’re evil. Sara sat bolt upright, her heart hammering. Before she could even breathe, a second message appeared. Unknown: Does your family even know how evil you are, Cara? Or are they part of the cover-up too? Sleep tight.

I prefer to finish it as soon as possible so that I wouldn’t cram and procrastinate when the due is in. I saw Zaine sat beside me. I look at him as he was getting a book from his backpack and putting an earphone on his ears. He looks so dashing as he was reading as those eyelashes were long and thick. His side view profile hits different compare to the one when he’s facing me completely. His jaw are now perfectly defined. I unconsciously smiled at him. He can surpassed mine to be exact, but I stopped myself from admiring him too much because of his good looks.

It's kind of like when people in the food industry clink their glasses together and then down onto the bar before they take the shot. "It's my turn, right?" Sammy asks Jenny and Kate with a smile on her face. "You know it!" Jenny responds almost immediately "Hhmm, let me see." Sammy mumbles out loud..... "OK... When I want it, I want it AWFULLY bad.... And when I don't get it, It makes me very MAD.... And when I do get it, it makes me feel like the Greek Goddess Athena,...Now don't get me wrong,... So take your head out the GUTTER, It's not about SEX, I'm talking about.......

After death, what would those merits amount to if he were to have succumbed to his darkest of pleasure and sell his soul to a demon? Louis stares at the words in silence before shutting the book, briefly glancing over his shoulder towards Susie. His hand rested on the worn cover of said book as he traced the faded letterings. And with a quiet sigh, he blew out the candle that had faintly lit the room, rendering the room to complete darkness. He then shifted comfortably in his seat as he rested in his chair, unknown thoughts that plagued his mind now rousing him to sleep. *** Mikhail sighed in relief as he finally found the right door to the library. He scratched his cheek as he pondered what

Why. He was disheartened and was beyond surprised that she could go to those lengths to cover up her trials. Just who have you become, Emma? It dawned on him that he had to quickly get used to the fact that the sweet innocent girl that he had fallen for was long gone. He had come into this battle unprepared and had paid quite a bitter price that had almost cost him his life. He wouldn't have been breathing to be thinking those vengeful thoughts if he hadn't somehow gotten his phone out.

Devon said. Back in the living room, Angela was still admiring the artefacts in the living room. It was also helping to deal with the boredom she was feeling sitting alone in the living room. She walked towards a book shelve and started going through the titles of he books. Her gaze fell on a particular book and she decided to pull it out of the shelves. The books fell to the left covering the space created by the removal of the book. Angela's eyes fell on something hiding behind the books. Her curiosity got the better of her and she picked it up. Her eyes widened seeing it was an artefact. She stared at the artefact with a sense of familiarity. She examined the artefact and read the initial

He was removed from his position after the incident. Finally, Kent could no longer hold back his tears. "Ramona had come from a poor family, but she never let it hold her back. She was hardworking and had good grades. She excelled in my literature class. I still have her textbook, which I had carefully preserved all these years." Kent pulled out a yellowed textbook and opened it to the first page. There was a single line written in neat handwriting: "I should be like a towering tree, needing no support and shedding no tears, yet able to shield all suffering."

for Christopher had been exposed. Her so-called "diary of unrequited love" had backfired spectacularly. The entire Internet turned on her. "She knew he was engaged and still went after him? This is infuriating!" "I didn't know it was possible to romanticize being a homewrecker this much." "Confessing to an engaged man and trying to 'gift' him with your first time? What is wrong with this woman?" "If I were the bride, I would've beaten her up too."

Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.” The marshmallow looked innocent enough. The book, on the other hand, was dangerously sweet. After a moment of consideration, I popped the marshmallow into my mouth and continued reading. The book Indy gave me was a short romance story. She had said it would be a good place to start. I was beginning to suspect that she had deliberately chosen something that would make my heart explode. It was the classic story of a prince and a pauper. The female lead was poor, kind, and so selfless that it made my stomach hurt sometimes. She helped strangers, fed animals, and forgave people who did not deserve forgive