Bradley Cooper Pissed Himself

Celeste is a happy-go-lucky girl. A simple, pretty, and 'boring' girl. She is in her 2nd year of college when her life became disarray. Her almost perfect life, crushed down. It all started when she met this guy who has an algid deep set of eyes, thick eyebrows, and long eyelashes named Karl Galileo. The first time she met him, he pissed her off, and that's the reason why she hated him. But along the way, she did not notice that she's slowly falling, falling in love with this man. Everything was so magical, a butterfly in her tummy, that enchanting music she's hearing every time they are together but destiny plays a nasty trick. After a long run, a long battle, a thousand heartbreaks, she decided to stop their afflictive love story. The story she always believes that will end in happy ever after just ended melancholic. She believes that Karl will be her knight in shining armor but no, Karl became stranger to her. A stranger who has a lot of painful, happy, and unforgettable memories with her. After the chase and run, chase and escape, chase and hide, chase and let go moment, she finally made up her mind, she gave up. This is not your ordinary story because this is the story of betrayal, pain, suffering and yet the character still chooses to stood up and continue living their lives. This story will slapped you the truth that you are the only one who is making your hurt bleed.

Charlene, beautiful and elegant, suffered abuse in the hands of her foster family, her aunt and uncle after the death of her parents. Tired of the unending circle of torture, she packs up one day after she turned sixteen and ran off on her own. She had to do odd jobs, including regularly donating her blood to make some amount of money to take care of herself. On one of her regular trips to donate her blood, Charlene ends up in more trouble than she bargained for, getting herself entangled with the most ruthless billionaires in the country. Noah Cooper, the masked billionaire, is a name that many respect and fear. No one knows why he wears a mask, and those who dared to ask, ended up begging with their lives to be forgiven. He is ruthless, unforgiving and a silent poison, not one to be messed with. He hates women, and avoids them like a plague, but why? What happens when these two polar opposites meet? And what happens when they discover they're about to be parents in the most odd way possible?

After I married Riccardo, the Don of the Moretti family, he paraded a string of mistresses in front of me. He never gave me a second glance. But on our tenth anniversary—right after my father’s death—he suddenly promised me half of his empire. The catch? In return, he planned to seize control of all my family’s arms-dealing routes. That pissed off his favorite mistress. She cornered him on his yacht, demanding he take his words back. Then she fell overboard and died. An “accident.” After she died, Riccardo went insane. He took it all out on me. He tied me to the back of his yacht. He dragged me through the sea, a human anchor, until the rocks shattered my legs, crippling me for life. I became the family’s shame. Then, as I lay helpless, he finished the job with poison. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Angelo Marino—the head of our rival family—proposed to me. In my last life, my family forced me to say no. He came for me, a one-man army. He killed Riccardo, but died in the process. This time, I looked at his kind face and nodded. Yes. But as we embraced, Riccardo appeared. He ripped me from Angelo's arms and claimed me as his own. That’s when I realized the cruelest joke of all. My monster was back, too.

My roommate was Rachel Travis, and something about her behavior always felt… off. On social media, she hit the like button on every single person’s posts, except mine. Whenever she asked for help, I was always there. However, the one time I asked her for a pad, she wrinkled her nose and called it "disgusting". For my birthday, I invited the whole dorm to dinner. When hers rolled around, she invited everyone, except me. Then, I saw my boyfriend, Ryan Cooper, at her birthday party. That’s when I finally snapped and confronted her. She looked at me, wide-eyed, all innocence. "What? Everything’s fine. Why are you acting like this? You’re just too sensitive." Even the other girls in the dorm piled on, saying I was overreacting and telling me I needed therapy. So maybe I was "too sensitive". Fine. Then, I would treat her exactly the way she treated me. Let’s see how she liked it.

My brother and I have always been close, so close that sometimes I dress up like him so that we can hang out in all boys places and we can play twins. At first, it had been a problem especially because I had gone on a date with his girlfriend on his behalf because he was sick. He had been so pissed off but he got over it and over the time, it became fun for him too. It was all fun and games until my brother got sick and my parents had to send me to this town to leave with my grandmother while they travel the world looking for the best hospital for him. I don't know his illness, they never told me but I guess it's something serious. I miss my brother's presence so much that when I got to this new town, no one knows that I'm a girl, except my grandmother but I also hid my style of dressing from her. At home, I'm the perfect granddaughter but at school, I'm the drop dead gorgeous badboy that every girl wants to date. It was so cool, so cool and I was enjoying the attention until one day it all changed. The day I met him. Xavier Grey, the new transfer student and Teresa's -my girlfriend- cousin.

Calla Sherman sleeps with a random guy from a bar after her boyfriend cheats on her. The following morning, she wakes up and realizes he's a drop-dead gorgeous man who looks good enough to make any woman swoon.She's so flustered that she mocks him for having terrible skills. She even leaves behind 150 dollars as a fee for his services before fleeing. The next day, Calla finds that her new boss, Mercer Garland, looks oddly familiar. Oh, God. She wants nothing more than to die when she realizes she's mistaken Mercer for a gigolo. He's the exact person who can ruin her career! What's worse, she's already pissed him off royally. One fine day, Calla backs away as Mercer stalks toward her. "Didn't you say you weren't interested in women like me who don't have curves anywhere?" He looks her over and smirks. "You're different from them. I know what you're like on the inside." Flustered, she tries to talk sense into him. "I'm sure a busty woman would be more up your alley. I'm not your type at all!" Mercer sighs softly. "I'm devastated that you've kicked me to the curb after using me, Calla. I'm not even in the mood to sign all those documents on my desk anymore."

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.

My parents died when I was ten years old, but a big shot in Jade City adopted me. It was rumored that Sean Graham was a cruel and violent man, but he doted on me for nearly ten years. He booked the advertising screens in the city to celebrate my birthday and promised to marry me when I got drunk and pestered him about it. I called him Uncle Sean at his request. Fear gripped me when I woke up in his bed every morning, but I kept it a secret. Yet one time, we accidentally slept with each other. I got pregnant with his child and wanted to keep it, but I knew I would not live for much longer. One day, I heard his conversation with a servant. “Clean up Zella’s room for Yulia.” “But Mr. Graham, Miss Cooper has been staying there for ten years. Didn’t you design it for her?” “No, I only let her stay there because Yulia had gone abroad.” I touched my belly as disappointment gripped me. It turned out that the man who had promised to provide me with a home as long as he lived wanted to drive me away.

Eight years ago, my cousin Wendy Cooper was involved in a drunk driving hit-and-run. Yet, my parents made sure all the evidence pointed toward me. The victim's family waited outside my school every day with gasoline, threatening to die with me. Because of that, the school took away my guaranteed admission to university. That day, my parents and brother all tried to persuade me. "Wendy's terrified. Just give her your spot to make her feel better." I refused, fought back, and even tried to talk them out of it. But the next day, they handed me over to the police themselves. Lance Stewart, my fiance and a powerful business tycoon, had orchestrated it all. As he was afraid I'd run or cause trouble, he personally pinned several charges on me and sent me to an isolated island prison. He left me with no way out. When my sentence began, he made me a promise. "Esme, just endure it for a few years. I'll get you out once Wendy graduates, and then we'll get married."