Cringe Gacha Life Novels & Stories

"How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored." Despite being six-foot-three-inches, Ethan kept his head lowered while I scolded him, making it look as if I were the one bullying him. When I finally paused to take a breather, Ethan carefully hooked his finger around my pinky. "Do you feel a little less angry now?" He held his phone out to me again. "I didn't lie to you. All the passwords are your birthday. You can even look at my browser history." I

"You're still not as experienced as Jean, are you? Don't get ahead of yourself." "Exactly. You might be Mrs. Gleason now, but see those Lennons over there? Come on, we all know who's getting that." "Oh, please, you won one measly Best Actress award. How about a little humility for once?" Jenny stomped her feet in frustration. "Just you wait! You'll all be eating your words soon enough!" She shot me a venomous glare. "Enjoy your little victory while it lasts. We'll see who's laughing when you're crawling in shame!"

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

“Hey.” I looked up at him blankly. “So…” he said, lowering his voice. “Technically, I can’t invite you as a guest.” I didn’t respond. “But,” he continued, his eyes scanning me slowly, “you’re actually really pretty.” My stomach twisted. “And you are so hot, you’ve got the body of a stripper.” My hand froze on my notebook. “So I can invite you as entertainment instead,” he added with a smirk. “You come dance. Make some dollars. I know you scholarship types need money. It pays well.”

It broke with a sharp, sickening crunch. “Are you still not done creating a mess?” he said, his voice low and tight. “It's just a van. You're rich. You can afford a new one,” I dismissed, walking past him. If it was his latest lover who broke it, he wouldn't act this way towards them. “It’s not affordable,” he said, almost in a loud voice. “Then I’ll buy you this exact same one from the exact same artist, since you make a big deal out of it,” I said, barely sparing him a glance.