Cheaters Novel Novels & Stories

Low blow, even for a cheater. "But you still banked on him cheating, huh?" "Of course you did," he replied ruthlessly, without a hint of sugarcoating. "Isn't it practically scripted? A total failure of a man, leaching off his wildly successful wife, cheats out of pure spite, boredom, insecurity pick your poison. Then, when the truth explodes, he flips the script, acting like he's the devastated victim, the one who deserves sympathy. As if he didn't torch everything himself."

Pinnock said to her the night before. “And players change, cheaters don't always do. Players are not ready to commit because they're still looking for the one who will make them feel like the world suddenly has a new point of view, a point of view they was unable to see. A cheater who had good things and mistreated it like it was unimportant, is someone who have no idea what he needs in a woman. So, he allowed his title of a married man to be toyed with. You might never know what is on the other side of the door when you're walking out but that other side would be so great if you allow yourself to see it.” Mrs. Pinnock words replay in Jhonia head. She continued her work but suddenly, stoppe

"You can't tell me the truth because you're dead. But the truth was written all over that boy's face. How many lies have you told me over the years? Even after all of that... I can't seem to hate you." "Did that bastard cheat on her?" He wondered irritably. He hated cheaters. Stassie was the biggest cheater of all, and now "saint" Rafael cheated on his lovely wife? Caesar opened his mouth to ask Amaliah what she meant, but she turned her head at that moment and saw him.

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

Corrupted ones simply look like bad luck. I went in through the foundation instead, rebuilding the architecture from the inside the same careful way I'd built it the first time, except this version carried something new buried deep in its code, patient and harmless right up until the moment someone tried to open it in front of an audience. Then it would come apart at the seams, loudly, with nothing left afterward worth saving. I closed the laptop, put everything back exactly the way I'd found it, and went upstairs to find something to wear that hadn't been chosen by a woman actively trying to end my life.

I looked up in surprise to see Everest standing in front of me, stopping the asshole from laying a finger on me. "Woah, you're defending the bitch, Everest?" He gaped at him in disbelief and Everest glared at him, giving him no reply. "What, are you into women now? Are you cheating on me?" Ok, this guy has got to be kidding me. The word asshole is not even sufficient enough to describe him. After openly flirting and cheating with someone else in front of Everest he has the guts to accuse Everest of cheating? Where the hell did Everest pick this dude from?

“I’m sorry. I messed up. The Veridian deal—” “I know,” Sophia said, closing her book without looking up. “Ella texted me. Said you’re trending on T*****r for ‘botching the biggest tech deal of the year.’” Lucas flinched, his pride wounded deeper than any insult. He’d never been one to beg, but desperation tasted bitter on his tongue. “I can fix it. Just give me time. And I’ll end it with Luna—for good this time. She’s a liar, a gold digger, I never should have—”

Now she will end it all. She looked down, but moved back. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't do it. She has high tolerance to alcohol and that have been the problem. She can't get drunk until she drinks up to twenty bottles of alcohol, but still, she will be conscious of her environment. The doctors said it was a gift, but thinking about it, it was a curse at this moment. She turned and left. She got back to her empty apartment. Her apartment which she now hated. The same apartment she spent with that cheat and the betrayer. The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized.

"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

A rhetorical question as he rammed in and out of me. I gripped the ends of the desk as he ploughed me without caution. I was surprised at how he accurately stopped at the point just before slamming my ass cheeks. It was the most quiet sex I had ever had. He didn't make a sound either, turning his moans into exhales. There was no doubt in my mind that this man had cheated on his wife before now. The thought of how fake they were gave me the motivation to keep going. It eliminated any pity or conscience I had when it came to them. They were both bad people pretending to be good.