Comebacks For Haters Novels & Stories

In life, no matter how much we want something to happen, if the time is not right we cannot force it to happen. Just like Sydney and I fell in love. I really wanted to fight her back then, but I still didn't have the ability to do that. When you love, you will be really hurt. Because you don’t really love if you don’t feel pain. Above all, no matter how much we have been hurt, we must not forget that life will be easier if we know how to forgive those who have hurt us—in the past or in the present. — So, my story entitled My Ex-Boyfriend's Comeback is now over. So, I just want to thank you all!

She wanted to return all the valuable gifts he had bought for her over the years. She even claimed that she had rejected the scion, yet the latter kept pushing himself onto her and giving her expensive gifts, which she found annoying. Tiffany then praised Theo to the high heavens, calling him a diamond in the rough who would surely do better than the scion, who was still relying on his family. She also took the chance to insult me, calling me a hag whose skin sagged from giving birth to two children, and said that I wasn't worthy of him.

Tyler stammered. "Shut the fuck up. Put yourself in her shoes. Would you just fall in love with someone who who, you know the story." Liam yelled. "I know. I'm just feeling bad, it's awkward here." Tyler explained. "You've hurt her so much Tyler. Give her some time to heal." "I got injured and Gloria was helping me clean up my wound and she didn't bother to say anything. She hates me so much. Tyler said. "She has every right to hate you." Liam said.

She opened her mouth to speak again. Then the screen went black. A single gunshot echoed through the audio before the stream cut out completely. The video stayed up for seven minutes before it was deleted. But seven minutes was all it took. Thousands of people had seen it. Thousands had screen recorded it. The backlash was immediate. The influencers who had roasted me either deleted their videos or posted new ones apologizing. The comment sections flipped overnight. People who had called me every name in the book were now begging for my forgiveness. Some of them even sent money. Donations. Apology gifts. I didn't accept any of it.

His fans replied almost instantly— “I feel sorry for you! I didn’t think you’d have a past like that. Here, let me hug you.” “You went through a lot. Those people deserved to be struck by thunder.” “Sorry, I shouldn’t have unfollowed you. Lukas, I’m back now.” “Lukas, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have judged you so harshly with those haters. I shouldn’t have ever doubted you. I’m back now. Do you still want me?” His gaze gentled when he saw the comments from his fans. He forwarded that last comment that asked 'Do you still want me?’ with a reply of his own. “Yes.”

After all, it wasn’t an international competition, and the haters were clearly just looking for trouble. The two sides soon started a heated argument. The whole thing finally ended when one of Lindsay's fans dropped a line: "Keep hating, keep spewing your nonsense. Just wait until my bias has time to draw a backlash talisman and let you taste its power." The haters and trolls fell silent. That was ruthless! No one wanted to try out the effect of Lindsay’s backlash talismans. They were spooked, so they backed off. They were all well aware of what happened to those who previously bashed Lindsay—those incidents even made it to the trending topics.

The laughter came and came until my sides were aching and tears of joy streamed down my face. "Thank you," I said in-between laughter. "I appreciate it." "Haters," The older woman shook her head. "They see a woman doing well and they want to drag her down. So disgusting." I burst out laughing. What will they say if I told them I knew the hater who was spreading all this shit about me? *****

"Why would we believe you? You're a gaslighter. You could just be lying!" "Oh." I fold my arms, ready to fight. "Like your mother did when she told you that you have a bright future?" "How dare you..." he seethes with gritted teeth. "How dare I what?! Not stand and watch while a troll tries to tear me down?" The number one rule in celebrity media training according to Armani Jones is: never engage with the haters. They derive fuel from being confronted. I'm breaking the number one rule. "This isn't over," he growls, shaking both fists at his sides. "Bitches like you are the reason men fall. And I'll take you down. To make the world a better place."