Bias Wrecker Meaning Novels & Stories

That kind of classless behavior made him look useless and childish. The machine beeped, and Gary reached out, ready to take his card back. However, the auctioneer swiped it again. Gary grew anxious as he said, "You scammer! Who told you to swipe my card twice? How dare you double-charge my card right in front of me?! Careful, or I'm going to sue!" The auctioneer gave him a helpless look. "I swiped it a second time because the payment didn't go through the first time."

The cocky bastard. From the Caribbean shirt he wore I could see glimpses of his ripped muscles. Subtle but tight. Instinctively I switched my attention to the grassy path. Don't want to step on a bear trap or a landmine. My eyes leveled, his biceps bulged carelessly as he walked. I resumed my lookout for landmines I knew weren't there. I had no idea he had stopped walking till I bumped into him heavily, almost snapping my neck. He was solid.

Hey Guys The Homewrecker finally came to an end. I hope you all smiled for them, felt sad for them, rejoiced with them and most importantly learnt lessons from them. Life isn't balance and you don't always get what you want. So when the opportunity comes, grab it and make a good use of it.

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble." "Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else." Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley. "How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!" The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

"Homewrecker!? Wow, that's so rich coming from you. Besides for you Kimberly there is no home to wreck. He doesn't love you. He made that painfully clear." She stepped closer, her eyes blazing. "You think you’re so superior, don’t you? Just because you knew him first? Just because you have his past?" "No," I said calmly. "I don’t think I’m superior. I just think you’re in denial. And that’s not my problem." "You're nothing but a pathetic, bitter ex-wife who can't move on." "And you’re nothing but a desperate placeholder, Kimberly. That baby you’re carrying isn’t going to fix what he and I had."

“We do not pay for goods. They are ours by rights of superiority. I wasn’t aware you lacked briefing in this matter.” “Rights of superiority?” Bjorn’s fists quenched as a quiver raced up and down his pectoral fins. “Just because Walkers lack our intelligence and are on the wild side, we don’t have a right to scorn them.” His mouth gaped when he recognized the intrinsic bigotry within his words.

But he just nodded his head in the end before finally stepping aside, silently. "I feel sorry for the claw machine, so watch this big sister do a good job, kid." I smirk back at him. "Kid? Hey, don't call me a kid when I'm much taller than you." Max protested with a scoff before throwing his head to the side, as if he's a sulking kid. See, he's a kid. "Whatever. Just watch behind me and learn, kid." I said focusing my eyes to the machine.

Hello again, guys! Like I said in my author's note, this book is a prequel to Wrenched. Underneath this note, I'll attach a little synopsis to it, so we could have an idea of what the book would be about. I would appreciate your reviews and comments like you always do. Please enjoy! WRENCHED: THE OUTSET OF THE STORY. SYNOPSIS Two friends walk the spheres of life together and are bound by common interests and ambition to be successful at a young age. They are like brothers and would do anything for one another.

“I swear on my mother, man.” The pathetic fucker actually swore on his mom. That is the thing about men like Roy—weak bullies, unreliable little boys. The only thing they know how to do is use women in any way they can. I step closer, kick him directly in the face, and watch with satisfaction as the blood oozes from his nose. “This has nothing to do with Ricci, Roy. You’re here 'cause you fucked with what’s mine, and I don’t like anyone doing that.”