Bittergiggle X Player Novels & Stories

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Her hands then reached for my body but before it did, she was yanked away from me. "I never really liked it when other people touch what's mine without my permission." Psyche's voice was still up beat and she was still smiling so sweet, but there was a hint of danger in her demeanor. "Who do you think you are? Freakshow!" Heather screamed at her but she was still smiling. "Oh, weren't you listening before? I'm Hana, Psyche Johana Montez. The only child of Gabriel and Valentine Montez, the only heir of the Valentine Group of Companies and Eros' girlfriend."

It’s the way we seek closure. I’m surprised by the number of apps on Aunt Kim’s phone. She seems to really be a fan of playing games like Candy Crush. She has a F******k and I*******m page as well, and along with following me and Louisa, the only other people she follows are horse or animal accounts.

I was so crazy. Me: I don't know you. Unknown: I just wrote the name, silly. Him calling me silly was so not welcomed. I frowned slightly and glanced up at Mr Nicholas. He was still paying no attention to the surroundings. Me: Excuse me, but you are not supposed to text me. Unknown: I'm sorry, sweetheart. Was this guy serious? Did he have a thing where he loved to piss people off? Me: I don't know you. So fuck off.

As she is calling up the teams joyful cheers or deep grunts erupt from the crowd. A sigh of relieve flows through our team as we are still in it to win it. I know we didn’t cheat, but to hear it said out loud is still a big relieve. Ximena ushers us to quiet down again and everybody stills. “Now on to the rankings. Poté, the pleasure is all yours.” Ximena steps to the side and the bulky guy steps forward, pushing a board to the front of the stage. “Bueno, I have the results here on the board. If you are disqualified you will be given a handicap for tomorrow’s game and you can leave now. Meet me back here in half an hour, I expect everyone to return.” Poté thick, velvety voice booms over the

“So many cigarette butts. You’ll need to clean them up before you leave later.” Ethan looked up at me, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He said nothing. Instead, he threw the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his foot, as if venting his frustration. I found it a little amusing. After enduring a whole day of suffering, I suddenly felt calm. I turned and leaned against the car, my tone steady, as if discussing something unrelated. “Brainstem glioma—although it still needs further confirmation, I’ve already started experiencing frequent vomiting, headaches, and even a brief coma… It’s probably already in the late stages.”

Taking a sip of spicy wine to his throat, he exhaled wearily. A stream of heat was blown into his ear causing him to turn around, his fists clenched tightly by the other's. The person in front of him was the son of a rich tycoon, named Jang DeungKwa. He grinned mockingly, raising his voice: "Why is it so easy to get angry, I just want to say hello to the old man Hong."

She looked pretty happy with the company. "No one ever wants to have me around. They say I'm trouble. I just want someone to pour my shit to. I'm Flare by the way." She said extending her dirty shabby hands for me. I looked at the dirt wedged fingernails and dirty, holed long sleeve, and not that I meant to be rude, but she just looked down at my gaze, mouthed an 'oh' and put her hand back. I could sense her immediate embarrassment. "Um... What's your name?" She asked trying to strike up a conversation.

As long as you are able to afford the expensive membership card and you are a regular customer, you already have a name in this exclusive gay club. I have a name here too. And this is my chessboard. The moment I saw the anonymous booking with the name, Moranorebel, I was a little confused. Can it be Brandon? No, can't probably be right? He doesn't know I frequent here and the type of vibe Brandon gives off doesn't include one that visits gay clubs with an Alias like this. Which means only one thing. Moranorebel. I laughed. Loud. That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit.

Since everyone was busy, I decided to work some vampire magic. "Listen, Jaxson deserves a spot in the team, he's a great player and you know it too." "List-" I cut him off, "no you listen to me, you're going to let him in the team and treat him good. And if anyone says something to him, you'll throw them out of the team, bullying is not okay and you should start treating people nicely." I compelled him. "You're right." I left the field and went over to Sarai, she gave me a weird look. I told her that I knock some sense into him.