Dear My Rude Darling With Multiple Personalities Novels & Stories

I press my lips together as I continued to read, “Dearest Harry.” My eyes scanning all over the note and it was written in first person plural form “we” which reminded me that Georgie had hid her multiple personality disorder all to herself all this time when we were on the island. I reread the note fast and tried to be careful of the things that she must have written down. “Harry?” America calls out. “Oh, sorry. I got distracted with the…. um, waves of the sea.” I lied before clearing my throat and decided to change what’s needed to be changed in it.

Jade Mr. Lombardi must be a person with manic depression; that man changes his personality as though he's changing his boxers. I am pissed; the so-called lunch didn’t last for 15 minutes, and boom! Suddenly, he had to run, and I had to follow him. Nothing but anarchy exists in my life; what the actual fuck is going on?

But hell, that man is a complete jerk and an asshole. “I know,” I shrugged, thinking back last night and how it went between us. “But there’s something with him that I can’t point out. Like one moment, he’s like this and that. Then the next thing, his aura changes drastically as if he was a completely different person.” Could that be possible for one person? Perhaps, if he had a multiple personality disorder. I mean, that shit is a real thing. “Are you suspecting him as your phantom?” Nancy suddenly wondered aloud.

pleaded Janice Valeria pitifully. “Janice Darling...” tweeted Windrich Cannon Bee a bit sadly, miserably as well as helplessly at the same time. “You yourself are also at the boundary of your life and quietus, Janice Valeria Khoe. Why can you still think of another person and beg for help for him?” quipped Mr. Serpent Win Mara, still with his similar cynicism.

"What would I do without you, Mia? Honestly, thanks for coming over to watch the kids at such short notice." I smiled, a wane one. "You know I'd do anything for you and for them." She sat up tiredly. "Okay, what's wrong?" I looked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?" "Usually, my appreciation of your services will unleash funny Mia... not this melancholic shell of a person." I laughed, groaning slightly. "Oh, God, no. Mama is the one with the multiple personalities... please don't try to insinuate that I have those too."

“Dear, their company is one of the biggest company in the world. I can’t even have an appointment with them. The only way is through their son. And that is Drake.” I sighed and shook my head. “Dad, no. I won’t use him. Nor try to do it. I’m sure there is another way we can get through this.” I tried explaining but it looks like he’s disappointed. “This is the only way! Think about it. Wisely.” Then he walked back to the mansion. I sighed, realizing that there is another problem coming. As I was walking towards my room, I was thinking about it. I even slept too late, thinking about my next step. Thinking what I should do.

His expression softened, taking on that familiar, practiced charm. "Principessa, are you still angry?" His voice was hoarse, laced with a coaxing charm. "I know I was an asshole last night. I was drunk, and that damn roulette game was just for show, it was a performance for my men." Such a familiar excuse. For his pride, for the show. "Clara is just for fun. You know gutter trash like her could never compare to you." He pressed himself against the gate, as if trying to kiss me through the camera.

His voice carried a deliberate, barely restrained emotion — thick with grief. "Your Honor, I admit that I made mistakes in this marriage. That I hurt Serena." "But I — I suffer from a serious mental illness. Dissociative identity disorder." "This is something my wife — Serena — has always known about." "For these five years, she sacrificed so much for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven't felt grateful — and guilty." He paused, sniffling, his eyes going red right on cue. "The alter — Axel — he's violent, extreme, completely out of my control."

he arched a brow. Adeline pressed her hand to her mouth, stifling a laughter while Lydia was blushing like a beetroot. Maria’s eyes widened, and once she registered what he said, she shouted, “No, this is my granddaughter, you idiot!” “That’s Amber and my child.” Ray corrected him. Darius smirked, “I’m just kidding. If I hadn’t said that, you would have started with some melodramatic words and cried. It's better to see you angry.”

“Please…” “Please, what?” His voice was low, dangerous, patient. He wanted me to say it. To beg. I glared at him, breathing hard, fingers clutching at the leather beside me as another wave threatened to drown me. “You’re cruel.” Dominic chuckled, deep and satisfied, and the sound only twisted the knife further. He reached for his glass, taking a casual sip of champagne as if he wasn’t actively dismantling me. Then, without looking, his thumb hit the screen again. The vibrator kicked up to full strength, hard and unrelenting.