Novel & Cerita Blame It On Boogie Pitch Perfect

Cynthia crowded me as I smiled then turned to face her. “And I am sure that you are so annoyed that you couldn’t hold on to him when you were his plaything and now, you want me to let him go. The answer is simple I won’t.” I said to her. “You Bit…” Cynthia started. “Shut up, if you want me to have you thrown out, complete that insult.” I dared as Tomi scoffed. “You and which power. You are nothing but a gold digger.”

“Argh I didn’t mean it, okay? She was the one who made a mistake! Why should we console her? Besides, I didn’t even do anything. What a crybaby!” In the end, Reigna was forced to look up, her cheeks soaked with tears. Although her eyes were still a bit hazy, she could make out the glares of Michelle, her arms crossed. Blame, meanwhile, was pursing her lips, stopping the urge to laugh. For a fourteen-year-old, Blame’s height wasn’t usual. She’s not even using heels; her snickers were enough because she already stood out. She was only wearing an oversize T-shirt and black shorts.

The tires kicked up dust as the vehicle bounced violently over the uneven ground. The black car followed. Noah leaned out the window and fired. The gunshots echoed in the night, but the driver didn’t flinch. The car gained speed. Mercer swore under his breath. “You people don’t know what you’ve done.” Lena snapped, “Enlighten us.” Mercer whirled to her, face dark. "Carrow never forgives betrayal." Evelyn laughed. "Neither do I." Lena wasn't about to deal with their games.

After stealing my boyfriend again, Bianca flaunted the hickeys on her neck and the expensive watch right in my face. "This watch looks so much better on me." Bianca held up her wrist. The Patek Philippe glittered in the sunlight streaming into the Columbia University library. The pen in my hand nearly snapped. That was the limited-edition watch Nico gave me last month. "Bianca, you—" "Oh, right. This was yours." She cut me off, her smile a mix of fake innocence and pure smugness. "But Nico agrees. He said it just... fits my vibe better. He texted me last night. Said he's never met a girl with taste like mine."

He turned to Victoria, his tone like steel as he said, "Get rid of it. I’ll pay you off. After that, I never want to see you again." My eyebrows shot up. His mother’s dying regret had been never seeing a grandchild being born. Ethan and I had no fertility issues, yet all these years, we had never conceived. And now, when Victoria carried his child, he cast it aside so easily? Victoria’s face went pale. With a final, bitter warning not to regret it, she stormed out. Ethan turned back to me with guilt in his eyes. "I know you hate her. This was my mistake, but I promise it won’t happen again."

Mary shook her head, reminding herself that she wasn't going to let anything ruin her composure. “You think this news is a good one?” Debby asked as she stood beside her on the stage with a fake smile. “It can't be worse than the last one, Debby. Smile” she replied with a radiating smile that drove home the point that all was well. “I have a bad feeling this wouldn't end well, Mary. I think you should go hide your face somewhere, I don't trust Alfred” Debby said looking worried. “He is my husband Debby, speak about him with respect.

I laughed wholeheartedly, knowing Agar to an extent now, he couldn't stay angry for too long. " I am sorry,", I said calmly; I rolled my eyes inwardly. "I promised to get over him,", I said to myself, responding instantly."He is not who you think he is." I argued. Agar was quiet for some time before he responded. "Okay, Gianna! It is your call, but keep your eyes open," he said; I could feel the pity in his voice.

"Idiot? Don't mess with me, the only one to blame is the devil's bitch. This is what happens to me for being a good Samaritan. "Don't insult me," I warn, pointing my index finger at her. "You are the only one to blame for buying pillows, charms, and that demon's daughter for wanting to ruin my visit with you. Look at her, just see how she's looking at you, she's telling you how much she hates you."

His hand reached out to hold mine, bringing me closer. "Believe me when I say that every day, I regret marrying Bella. Those two years were the worst of my life. I was at my lowest, battling depression and alcoholism. I became a fucking whore that had no regard for women. I’m not proud of it nor am I saying Bella made me that way, but you Ayva, you make me a better man. And this is nowhere the same as with Zion and Amanda. Those bastards had it for you from the very beginning, you were deceived and manipulated. They had bad intent for you from the onset and unlike Bella, you never cheated on Zion. You never fucked Zion’s brother two months after your wedding. So don’t you ever say it’s the s

Stanley let out an angry sigh. Fuck! He never felt so frustrated before but he fucking blame himself for not properly thinking things through. In his heart, he didn’t really plan to save him for he don’t have any reason to. But, damn! Even if he had wavered a bit and thought in such a negative way, the fact that he still save him cannot be denied!