Dear My Rude Darling With Multiple Personalities Novels & Stories

The words were so fucking quiet I barely heard. “Ever. Not the way he did. Trust me, darlin’. Believe me.” “I do.” She took a deep breath then sat up. Her hands fell away from me and I loosened my grip on her body when she tilted her head back to look at me. “Do you have multiple personalities?” “What do you mean?” My lips quirked. “One minute you’re storming in here being all rude, then the next you’re being sexy, then you’re being sweet.”

I might be alright observing drama from a safe distance but I’m not going to bathe myself in it to the point that it would make me suicidal. “Look I don’t want to get into the middle of this. Why don’t you solve things with her first, dArLiNg.” I wave at her, which might have seemed weird but I was already throwing up in my mouth a little at having to say darling. What kind of disgusting pet name is that? Hasn’t he ever heard of creativity. I walk away. “He really said darling.” I whisper while shivering with cringe. “Hey I finally caught you!” “Oh, it’s you.” While I was busy thinking about how gross it was, I hadn’t realized that the guy had come running up to me.

"Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw." -Fran Lebowitz- *** "Good morning, are you ready to go out?" Damian woke up to the knocking sound from his door, while he had set his alarm to eight, at exactly 7A.M Lana was already disturbing him with her early chirp. He was still dressed in his black t-shirt and shorts when she was already all dressed up in a complete winter outerwear.

After years of getting to know Baby, it is clear that Christian knows that she is not one to go out for revenge but it seems that this time Baby is fed up with the attitude of Dollan's parents who have suppressed her life. "I know you and I know you're not a girl who likes to go out for revenge, some time ago you were wise and said you wouldn't go to marry Dollan if you didn't get their blessing. Now suddenly you have changed your mind and are against them. have multiple personalities? Or might be you're a bipolar person hehehe." Baby looked annoyed with what her best friend had said, the woman then glared, with a sullen face in response.

“You think I’ve been some fucking saint? That I walked into your life with a clean slate? No, Aria. That’s not me. That’s never been me.” Her eyes flick up, uncertain, almost wary. “I’ve been a soldier, I’ve been a ghost, I’ve been a bastard who didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything. I fucked women whose names I didn’t remember. I lived like every night could be my last, because sometimes it damn near was. No one ever made me want more. No one ever made me stop long enough to even think about it.” Her lips part slightly, her breath shaky, and the sting in my chest eases just enough to push me further.

I swear, everyone in town who owns a camera was camping outside just waiting to get a good shot. So it was either THIS … or me strangling a very famous socialite in his sleep. That man is driving me up the frickin walls. I swear he has multiple-personality disorder ― one moment we’re having a decent discussion, getting to know each other; the next moment he is all flirty and sweet; and in an instant he becomes an arrogant, haughty, conceited, heartless prick. He has the emotional capacity of a bloody robot, I tell you ― a mechanical egomaniac. It’s as if he finds pleasure in driving me insane.

"I need Chadwick back, okay." He still looked at me, his eyes wide with confusion, his lips moving slightly against my fingers but no sound came out. He looked completely lost, like he didn't even know who that person was anymore. "No wait," I lowered my hand, my eyes locked dead on his. "I need Sanchez back, I need my gangster back, I like you better when you are you know... Rude and cocky, and insensitive and silly." The words rushed out of me, raw and messy, exactly how I felt. I didn't want a caregiver. I wanted my dangerous, arrogant man back.

His eyes were locked directly on me through the glass… filled with a terrifying mix of anger and absolute desperation. “He looks like he’s about to have a heart attack,” Darien muttered, standing right beside me now. The coldness in his voice faded . “He finally realized that the woman he treated like garbage is the only person who can keep his little company from drowning.” “I don't care about his company,” I said, my hands tightening into fists. “I want him to leave me alone.” Something about still being associated with Marcus made me nauseous.

“Whoa~ This is it!” Lynn found a small notebook in the folder and immediately started reading it. [ Primordial Body and Soul Cultivation Technique ] “Wait! This is not a ledger!” He exclaimed. Lynn expected to find something that will make him understand Arial’s deal with Clarice. However, what he found confused him even more! ‘What’s with this chuuni title? Why did he include this here in the first place? Ugh, is he actually one of those people??!’ Lynn heard about Chuunibyou also known as Eight-Grade Syndrome… Anyone who has this syndrome would have delusional behavior. They would fantasize about them being unique to impress people. They would try to act cool only to embarrass themselves i

Claire said, feeling flustered. “Okay, okay, relax Claire. Just tell me what you really want to tell me. You don't need to feel under pressure. Just say whatever is the problem. I promise not to judge you.” Jessica said with a chuckle and held her hands to comfort her. Claire felt comforted and explained further… “I have double personalities, Jess… No, not actually a double personality, I have a triple personality. The me who slapped butler John is called Scarlett or Red. She's my other half, or you can say my other personality. She's strong and lives by her own rules.