Cheers Jeff Novels & Stories

“It’s nice of him to pay for their drinks and wedding cakes.” Jefferey laughed so hard tears formed in his eyes. “It would’ve been, if the cakes hadn’t been ridiculously huge.” His shoulders shook with laughter. “We only realized later that he’d ordered giant cakes because he planned to waste them by smashing them into their faces.” I couldn’t help laughing too. Only Joseph would think that far ahead. Jefferey shrugged. “So, if you ask me, he deserves everything that’s happening right now.” I looked back at my husband, and suddenly everything made sense. Joseph wasn’t only the calm, mature businessman I knew.

Kind of felt good to be honest. "See, told you nothing's the matter." He smiled, turning back to Devon. Turning back to his own fan club, he noticed the entire class was cheering his name. Except for two people. Jeff, who surprisingly didn't look pissed, just surprised. He had that mocking smug on his face. The one that doesn't say a thing but kinda wreaked of "Alright. I'll give it you ya, you tried. Game on bitch." But for all he cared, Jeff wasn't a problem at all. For once, he wasn't the talk of the school or the class. And it felt extremely good. "Suck it Jeff" he muttered to himself. But when he noticed the identity of the second person that wasn't cheering, he knew that Devon was righ

"You don't have to tell them anything. Consider it a special surprise from me as a friend." After everything was arranged, I received another message from Henry. He sent me an address and taunted me. [Tomorrow, I'm rehearsing the wedding with my wife. I've got a gift for you tonight. The question is, do you dare to come get it?] I hesitated for only a few seconds before deciding to go alone. The moment I stepped into the bar, I ran into one of Jenna's close friends. She was drunk, leaning against the door outside a private room, and catching her breath.

EPISODE 1: CHEER ME ON I have always enjoyed being a cheerleader because it was easy and made me happy. It was supposed to be my thing where I did not have to make excuses or pretend that something was wrong with me or my mental health, but that glimmer of hope vanished the moment I felt my blood bump and my eyes turned a different color than they should be.

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

Hunter tried. “I insist.” “I'll make it up to you.” Hunter told her. “Yeah, hopefully on the second date...” There was awkward silence. “Well, since you guys are done playing the bigger man...” Jeff broke the silence. “What can I get for you, sir?” “Do you have Hew Point?” “Yeah.” “I'll just have a bottle.” “And you, Chloe?” Jeff asked her. “Uh… let me just get some apple juice.” “You've had a long day, get something real.” Hunter told her.

¨Let´s cut the crap Jackson, It's today I'm learning you're the CEO I've been working my head off to please, how did you get to accept my proposal after all those rejections?¨ Jeffery asked seriously. He had a feeling he was being played but couldn't tell who was in control of the chess pieces.

His thumb rubbed, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I know that day will come, but I’m not quite ready for it.” Jeff came out with our food. After putting cheese on top, he filled our glasses and walked away. “What changed your mind?” I asked, as I took a bite. The cheese was amazing, melted in my mouth and so gooey. “About?” “Wanting to accept me as your mate?”

] The chat lit up with cheers and a parade of brown-nosing: Keith was a genius, the department unbeatable. Yvette even slid into my DMs with a smiley face. [Ella, don't be mad, okay? I'm just thinking of the team.] I forced a smile, left her on 'Read', and shut the chat. I had had enough.

“She’s an adult. If she wants to stay out, she can. What does that have to do with me?” Before Jules could answer, a waiter walked up to their table. “What would you gentlemen like?” Jules gave a quick nod. “Iced coffee, please.” “Latte,” Jeffrey added. The waiter wrote it down and walked away. The two men sat in silence, staring at each other as if waiting to see who would crack first. Finally, Jules leaned forward. “You might not be mature enough to handle the whole truth...” Jeffrey opened his mouth to argue, but Jules kept going.