Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater Novels & Stories

I looked at the mangled cake, its once pristine heart shape now a mess of crumbs and frosting. “Throw it away,” I said firmly. "I don’t want to remember a punk like him". We cleaned up the remains of the cake and threw it in the trash together. The act was symbolic, an unspoken message that said it was time to move on and that I would not be swayed by Theo’s manipulations.

"I'm calling off our engagement. I won't - won't marry a cheating bastard like you. You can live happily ever after with someone else, like Blair Anderson. Smile, Jayden - you're finally getting rid of me, may you live happily ever after with your dear girlfriend." I said with a fake smile and cold eyes. "Oh, and before I forget, I, Ashley Van Smith, of the Red Moon Pack, reject Jayden Ronan Keller, of the Crimson Pack, as my mate and fiancé, we are hereby no longer related." My inner wolf, Lea began to whine as I uttered the word of rejection to him. 'He cheated on us, he doesn't want us. He already has another girl, just remember that,' I told her. And slowly she began to quiet down and gi

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

The man sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back into the black leather chair. Fingers gloved in white tapped rhythmically against the armrest while the young girl standing before him nervously fidgeted with the hem of her newly purchased blue dress—bought specifically for this visit to the duke’s estate. Damian, however, sitting there and waiting for something remotely interesting to happen, was bored to death.

"Their words are law in this city. You’re fighting a tide you cannot stop. Even if he’s cheating—and I know he is—you just have to ignore it. Focus on having his heir. Once you have a Stormfang heir in your arms, you’ll have a solid, unbreakable footing in the pack. Nobody can touch you then." ​"I don't want his money, and I don't want his power!" I shouted, the sound echoing off the thin walls. “He abandoned me at the altar three times, Mom.” My mother took a breath. "Honestly, Zara, even if you refuse to reconcile with him and find someone else, he'll still cheat. All men cheat. It's in their DNA." “No Mom, I don't agree with you,” I said, rising to my feet. “Not all men cheat. I'm pretty

I bought a stun baton so that Selena could take it around when she left the house. But she thought that it was ugly and would destroy her image as an exquisite housewife, so I could only leave the stun baton in the entryway drawer. However, this particular stun baton did not seem right. It was shorter than the one I had bought, and there were strange lines on it. With a frown, I took a photo of it to identify it. In the next second, the product description popped up. [An adult toy. Silent. Easy to carry and can vibrate.]

"Let's hear from our state's top scorer, Eloise Crawford. Eloise, would you like to share a few words about your experience?" I'd just reached for the microphone when a dark blur came charging from the back row. Someone ripped the microphone out of my hand. The baseball cap fell to the floor, revealing Joey's face, wild-eyed and disheveled. "She cheated! Her security footage was doctored! She paid off a teacher to change her score!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice shrill enough to make people flinch. "I'm the one who should have gotten the top score! She sabotaged me on purpose! She hired people to attack me online! Every single one of you has been fooled!"

"But I have an older Tom. He knows how to clear a room." She handed me a large, heavy ginger cat with white paws and a notched ear. Pumpkin. "Bring him back when the job is done," Dinah said. Pumpkin was a machine. In less than a week, he left ten dead rats neatly lined up along the kitchen baseboards. I rewarded him with fresh milk and the scraps of boiled fish from the high table. He slept at the foot of my pallet every night, his heavy purr vibrating through the wooden floorboards.

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

I even hired a smooth-talking person to pretend to be my friend, which made the story even more believable. He was grinning from ear to ear and hummed a tune when he left. I stayed behind under the excuse of going to work, staring at the property deed in my hand. The first step of my plan had been done perfectly. After that, I headed straight to the home of Cael Renard, who was the husband of the female supervisor who had been cheating with Dylan.