Cinta Itu Bulshit Novels & Stories

I think I'm already kind of in love with him, but I know he's way out of my league. - Oh, stop it, Catarina! Don't come with that idea that he's out of reach because he's rich, that was some shit those idiots at our school put in your head and you have to forget about it, they were all idiots. - my friend said seriously. She was very angry because, as she said, love doesn't see bank accounts, and she was right. - Besides, we have to take risks in life, it's better to get hurt than to live thinking about what could have been. And this time you don't even need to worry about the condom. Although, a child of yours with Alessandro will be as beautiful as Pedro. - she said and laughed.

One hit, and I’m back to original manufacturer settings, wondering who I am and why my cheeks feel like they’ve been kissed by a brick. “Get back to your senses, you pathetic, hollow, brain-dead waste of space. A useless, shivering, white-skinned animal with the personality of a damp carpet and the spine of a jellyfish. You’re an annoying, taintless, blood-feeding parasite who brings nothing to the table but noise and disappointment. You’re a walking, non-breathing mistake, a loud-mouthed, empty-headed clown who couldn’t find his own reflection in a mirror. You are a disgusting, entitled, low-tier glitch in the system, a non-sweaty, unwashed excuse for an animal who makes anyone in a room wi

After a minute, a message popped. "So they told you. You call me awful. Lol. What would you call your mate whom you're too blind to see his faults? If knowing he doesn't love you is not enough for you to leave him and come back to me, then hear this: What if I told you that I can prove to you he's not after making you happy? Do you think receiving a rejection letter from your clinic just happened? Or do you think I was the only one who hated seeing you around Collins? Ask your darling mate to tell you what he did to make sure you get that rejection mail."

they are real reincarnation of Satan. "Hahahahaha yes yes Son so right it completely slipped my mind.....this whore here must have thought so highly of herself. A billionaire married a trash....she must be on cloud nine....of course this low class shit is just look at her clothes Max....A cheap trash could never have afford a Dior shirt haha let alone a key chain but here look the bitch has it on...."

', I nodded, fresh lines of tears dampening my cheeks. I'm Saanvi advait singh, a low class girl who married my prince charming, an actual prince but not everyone's story is fairytale, mine's not for sure...I never deserved his deception, hate, anger and disgust but I received this all as my wedding gift. I'm his wife but namesake wife and I'm nothing more than a servant of these giant four walls. And this is my love story build on pillars of hate, vageance and regrets! A sinless beauty often lures the darkest devils, obscured in an overcast waiting to ravage on her scrumptious body...

She looked around to find the room empty. Maybe she was just a whore to him..... A disgusting piece of shit.... She hoisted her heart in her arms and consoled herself that it's okay to get hurt. He'll love her soon, she can't give up on him because her feelings are stronger than that. He told her he loves her and he couldn't lie about that. He loves her, he just don't wants to admit and she'll encourage him to do so.

Steve. To Celeste, I seem as pathetic as those kids we abuse. But I don't relate to them in any way. Our situation is entirely different. Besides, I am stronger than them. Pitiful is the word she had used. It radiates the profound contempt she has for me. Everybody hates me, that I'm sure of. But how can she excite my heart in a genial way even though she despises me? Does someone like her even know how to hate? You are bullying yourself.

"Why are you doing this?" "Because I can," his voice was void of any remorse I felt a surge of sadness, but I tried to keep my composure. "I thought we had something real," I said softly. My face was completely drenched in tears Vitali laughed, his eyes glinting with mockery. "You really are naive, aren't you?" he said with so much hatred. "There's no such thing as real love. Just convenience and control." "You're so empty inside." Vitali’s eyes flashed with anger. "Get out," he spat, his voice low and menacing.

Because of his sick words. He leaned closer. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers, he breathed her subsiding breaths which were tickling the skin of his philtrum and lips. “The destination where I’ll show you my love,” he closed his eyes as his palm received the light weight of her face. He smiled unwell, mumbling, “where there’s no limit of insanity, tesorino.” (Little treasure)

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"