Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater Novels & Stories

There was concern in her eyes—real, maybe—but this was the same woman who'd been cuddling with Chad in this room not long ago. I couldn't tell who she was anymore. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Chad walked in, head-to-toe clad in designer brands. When he noticed the untouched soup, he chuckled. "Come on, Mateo. I spent hours making that. I even burned my hand a few times." Without thinking, Quinn reached out to check his hand like it was second nature. Then she remembered I was there. Her hand froze mid-air before she pulled it back with an awkward smile.

Chelsea had blushed, her body temperature rising as desire had grown in her belly. "Pumpkin." She had had no other response to that. Jimmy had just looked up at her and smiled so sweetly that she had believed-- no, she had known-- that he'd thought of her as perfect; it had made her heart melt.

Lily excitedly snuggled into my arms, and Kael shifted even closer. Now I was truly sandwiched. A clingy little sister on my left, a possessive musician on my right, and a grumpy uncle on the floor ready for "guard duty" at a moment's notice. What was this, a horror game sitcom? The ghost version of Full House? On the sixth day, there were only three players left. Me, Ethan, and Chloe. 【GAME ALERT: Player Tom has been eliminated.】 【TIME REMAINING: 4 Days】

“Do not look at him. Answer on your own.” The voice makes me stare up at the speakers above. “Yeah, I want candy,” I tell the speakers as if they’re the owners of the voice. “Whether or not you want it, Zeath will have it anyways.” Then why did you ask me? “Zeath Lupin. I knew you would let Mellow win.” Zeath flicks his eyes up to the speakers as well. “Since you cheated and let her win, you’ll pick a candy and leave—per the loser.”

Scarlet “What about this one?” Jackson races forward to the biggest pumpkin he can find. “I think that might be a little too heavy,” I laugh. It’s late Monday morning, and Jackson and I are at the pumpkin patch with Quinn, Archer, and Emma. “How about this one?” I point to a round, white pumpkin. “It lost all its color!” Jackson’s eye widen in shock, making both Quinn and I laugh. “It’s supposed to be like that,” Quinn explains, adjusting Emma in the baby carrier she’s wearing. “Ohh, a cat!”

"If Chris can be exempted then Lucas can be too. Appearance doesn't determine cheating." "If appearance doesn't, then what does mum?" "Before I answer your question. I'll love you to answer mine first." "Ok mum. Go on. Your daughter is listening." "Haven't you seen a scenario where an ugly male still cheats?" "That's definitely because he has money." "Are all the male cheaters you've heard of rich?" "I don't think so, mum. Some don't even have a home."

For the first time since everything had fallen apart, I allowed myself to believe her. “I feel so pathetic. I couldn’t keep my dog on a leash, and he strayed with another woman and turned me to a glorified nanny.” “Your dog needs to be put down,” Naomi muttered as we sat quietly. I laughed through my tears. “Your husband is an asshole,” she said again. “Screw him,” I hissed. “We really do need to put the lying cheat down. I have a guy, he knows how to make a body disappear. Or better still, I can call one of my cousins in Germany,” she half joked.

granny turned to Linc. He laughed. “Granny! Stop cheating! It’s impolite!” Linc started screaming. “And...done!” grandma screamed. She won! “Oh, The Greatest Pro. I bet everyone would laugh if they saw you losing to our granny!” I stated and started laughing with grandma. “High five!” We clapped our hands. “You are too boring, kiddo!” granny turned again to Linc. “Granny! You are a cheater!” Linc started complaining. “Yeah, tell me how I can cheat in the game, I have never seen before, and I’ll try to do it another time!” grandma stated and giggled.

It had to be cheating if I was technically out there on the internet looking available I chewed on the inside of my cheek and pulled the app on my phone. My profile still has the photo of my chest and the stupid bio Imogen wrote in our bio. I was going to delete it quickly and move on. Except the second I logged in, scrolled to settings and hovered over delete account, a little notification popped up at the top of the screen. PowerPlayBoy is online and 10 feet away. My heart dropped straight through my ribs. Ten feet? No.

In an instant, the livestream and the room were flooded with voices cursing me. The barrage of comments on the screen blurred in front of my eyes. Even without reading carefully, I could tell they were filled with harsh insults. The more they cursed me, the more pleased Zoey seemed to become, her smile growing wider with every word. "Who gets infected with so many STDs? I don't think I need to explain that. You're trying to shift the blame onto me just to distract everyone, aren't you?" Zoey perfectly played the role of the victim, her expression one of such distress that both the people in the restaurant and the livestream viewers couldn't help but feel sorry for her.