Best Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

It was better to not let the chef to come to the House everyday because his wife loves to roleplay. "Felix.." "Um." "Can you be my boyfriend?" "What?" "Like a boyfriend. First you need to court me but I will reject you than I will fell in love with you but my family will be against it so we will run away but they will find us and than they will kill you. Than I will cry remembering you each day and..." Felix put his sandwich in Sunny's mouth so she could stop talking. First she cheated on him and now she wanted to kill him. What's next? She will run away with someone.

is anyone else at home? - Oh, grandfather is in the keller and grandma is in the kitchen. - The boy did not know, but this was just a lie. Bia did not lie because she knew the boy wanted something. She just did. It was something she always did, she loved to make up stories about herself and make others believe it. Some moments ago when she was starting the port she had planned what she thought to be an excellent story. When she saw the boy, she already knew he would be her next victim. Nobody taught her to do it, nobody even lied to her before. But it was something in the families blood. She did lie quite well because the boy never doubted for a second that there was no gramps on board.

#cheater #bitch' I kept reading the comments, and more kept dropping on the blogs and news platforms. I never expected this to escalate so quickly. All I wanted to do today was have a good time, relax and be happy, but I guess happiness was a luxury I had to work hard for. I quickly switched on the television, hoping maybe this was just news circulating on social media and it would never reach the mainstream news. I needed a distraction—anything. Maybe something about political crises or wars or anything else. But right there on the news was a picture of me and a video of Damon proposing to me as the news flashed so dangerously with white bold fonts: 'Billionaire Fiancé Caught Cheating on Ri

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

"It's no wonder why they hadn't had a child in five years. It turned out that his younger sister had been secretly drugging him the entire time!" "She had finally managed to get pregnant, yet this woman still accused her of carrying another man's baby and pressured her into taking a paternity test…" "She had a fall, and that woman still wouldn't let her brother take her to the hospital, so consequently, complications arose with the baby, and they had no choice but to induce labor." Upon seeing Anthony and Leah looking at her in absolute shock, Emily turned deathly pale, her lips quivering as she stammered, "I-It's not true! It's not my account! Madison set me up! She's out to get me!"

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

I was the one who sent Kayleigh gold every year. "Kayleigh, besides the gold, haven't you received anything else all these years?" "No," she answered without hesitation. Every year, along with the gold, I wrote her a letter by hand, telling her how much I missed her, and the truth about who I really was. I was the son of the richest man in Kingsville. But when I was ten years old, a fortune teller predicted a calamity in my fate, and the only way to avoid it was to live in a mountain village in a specific location.

“How dare you accuse us of such falsehoods, Redmond? The Whitecastle family is innocent!” “Is that so? Then, how is it that my assistant has just sent me proof of your tax evasion? Forget it. I don’t think you’re getting out of here that easily. It’s either the police station or the courthouse. You’re really quite busy, Ms. Whitecastle,” I mocked. Vanessa replied disdainfully, “Give it up, Redmond. The Day family will fall before the Whitecastle family does!” “Then, let’s just wait and see how things shake out!”

“You two seem like the type who might enjoy a little trouble.” Charles signaled the server for another round. “We might be. Depends on the trouble.” We talked for almost an hour. Tony was exactly what I had hoped for. Charming without trying too hard. Funny as hell. He told us stories about terrible bachelor parties and the one time a bride tried to tip him with her garter. He asked real questions too. About us. About how long we had been married. About what we liked. Every answer seemed to light him up more. At one point he leaned in close to me, his hand resting lightly on my thigh under the table. “So let me get this straight. You two like to… share sometimes?”

“That heartless bitch dated my cousin for five years and kept pushing back their marriage plans with the claims of not being ready which was fine. But who knew that she had the guts to suddenly vanish and be found already married to a rich lawyer three months later.” The three women exchanged glances. They were quite astonished with the kind of story that filled their ears. “Are you joking or what?” Rosie asked as two lines appeared on her face. A vein throbbed on Venita’s jaw as she asked. “Do I look like I would make up stories about some loose moron?” When no response came, she continued with her story.