Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater Novels & Stories

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.

Then, I popped the SIM card out of my phone and flicked it out the window. Goodbye, Wayne.

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.

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At his response , l didn't hesitate , l instantly began to tell him everything . I told him how Mark always treats me like shit together with the kids . With him intently listening , l told him how he only focuses on work and then I told him how he wished I was like Harriet . " From now on , lam going to cheat just like he does " , My voice broke at that point and the tears fall but l was serious . Cheating wasn't for me but my situation was honestly unbearable .

| 17 Kayzel_123: Ecto? | Mrs. Lapuz watches in horror as rival players gather around Ecto and batter him with various weapons. These warriors are different from the earlier fare of goblins and zombies. Mrs. Lapuz counts five players and they’re all attractive. To her, they look like superheroes in Marvel movies because even when they look weird or dark, they’re still stylish.

"See how unjust you are? You can still hear my thoughts, but you're trying to close yours?" Amara squashed both of my arms. The smell of a human came even closer. When I was about to say something again, Chandra went out. "Terrence! Amara! You peasants!" she shouted. I can't let this slide. Grabbing the opportunity to know where that smell is coming from, I forcibly took Amara's hand that I'd bitten, and smelled it. My eye color changed. The desire to eat him intensify, so I drooled and gritted. Chandra pulled Amara away.

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

I found the first pumpkin just as the last colors of evening were sinking into the garden. It lay beneath the garden bench—a little orange globe small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. The remnant of its vine curled like a cat’s tail. When I picked it up, I noticed words carved into its skin. A poem, etched with a slender blade. > Though the light is small, > it can still show the way. The carved letters were somewhat angular, but perfectly legible. The grooves were fresh, and when I ran a finger over them, I thought I could still feel the raw dampness of the pumpkin beneath its skin.

I numbly ate dinner, barely tasting the food. Boweike came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me again, whining playfully. "Your cooking is the best." Goosebumps rose on my skin, and my stomach churned harder. This time, I ran straight to the bathroom and threw up. Boweike followed anxiously. "Pearl, what's wrong? Didn't the doctor say everything was fine during the checkup?" I couldn't stop retching until my body finally settled. Collapsing onto the sofa, I ignored his worried questions.