Cheat Book Novels & Stories

"Yeah! How could you hit him?" I sneered. "Pamela, you cheated while we were still married. The divorce isn't even finalized yet, and you dare show up in public like this? Your family used to be dirt poor. Now that you have a little money, you're out here shamelessly keeping a side piece. "You're even acting as if you have class. It's the first time I've seen something like this." "What did you say? Who are you calling a side piece?" William lost it.

Joey stood in the middle of the wreckage with her hair wild around her face, pointing at me and screaming so hard that her voice cracked. "She cheated! She must have swapped out my exam somehow! "She sabotaged me on purpose! I'm reporting her to the school board! I'll get her score thrown out!" I looked at her losing it, then glanced at the comments flooding past, every one of them dripping with shock. I let myself smile, just slightly. They were only now figuring out that I was the one who'd flipped the whole game.

No, I am sure they are this other guy’s family… not my Mac’s. I roll my eyes in disgust at myself. He’s not my Mac. Oh God. Concentrate, you fucking idiot. I keep going through the images until I get to the one I am looking for. The report. 1267 CCPick up 10thCoffee 1208HPick up after deliveryTea 1190IPick up 14thStatue 1211H Pick up 11thNA 1130CCNon disclosedBook 1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue 1289WPPADFlooring

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The scent hit me first—jasmine and vanilla mixed with Jeremy's pine and earth. My wolf recoiled instantly, a wounded howl echoing through my mind that I barely managed to keep from escaping my throat. I'd come to surprise him. Stupid, naive me. I'd actually baked cookies, his favorite chocolate chip ones, still warm in the container I clutched against my chest like armor that had already failed to protect me. The door to Jeremy's office wasn't fully closed. Through the gap, I could see everything.

"That doctor is fake! Dakota, you hired someone to lie to me and make me look guilty! You're the one with the STDs, not me!" I had expected Laurence to react this way. Calmly, I pulled up the hospital's official website and found the contact details for the doctor I had spoken to earlier. Seeing the identical phone number, Laurence scoffed. "You went this far to set me up, even making a fake official website." His reasoning had so many holes, but at that moment, none of the netizens were paying attention to his words. Instead, they all turned their anger on me. [This woman has a poisonous heart!]

His hands finally came up from under the counter and clutched in its grip was a book–brown covered and without a speck of dust. “A cheque book?" I asked, arching a brow as I tilted my head. “You want to give me a cheque? I appreciate the thought, Ger Bear, but you know I ain't allowed in the back. You know what happened the last time I went there.” "It's not a cheque book,” Gerald mumbled before sliding it across the counter to me. "It's a spell book. One that can be used to summon the demon lord, Anakin.” I stood still, my fingers grazing the cover. "A spell book?” I asked and Gerald nodded. A strained laugh tore out of my lips. "Tell me you're joking, Gerald.”

he said quietly. Emma lifted her head. The words settled over her like a second skin. She had been expecting this for weeks. The fake document lay open on the small wooden table he kept beside the futon, pages printed in bold black type on thick cream stock, the logo at the top a simple silver seal that read *Mark & Emma Ownership Registry*. It was all lies every clause, every signature line but tonight it was real to them. Tonight it would be read aloud while he fucked her senseless. She reached out with her bound hands, fingers trembling only slightly as she flipped the first page open. The collar shifted with the motion. Her voice came out steady, low, the way he liked it.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

He winks at me as Oona packs up the chess board. She walks past me with the board and slipped a handmade tiny book with a few pages into my right palm. "You can read it now." She says, "Bones won't tell on me." I smile at her and look at the piece of paper. The cover has a gymnast with long hair. It has a title written in capital letters; "HOW TO GET MY SWEET CHUBBY CHEEKS XYANA TO CONVINCE MY DAD TO BUILD A GYMNASIUM FOR THE PACK."