Dear My Rude Darling With Multiple Personalities Novels & Stories

he answered softly which was soo unlike him "Yesterday after the party,i did something horrible,its the second horrible thing i have done in my life,i don't know what happened to me but i was extremely aroused to the extant i couldn't think clearly,i went home and the only person i could think of being with was Vivian,Ruby's young sister who is the new live in nanny,,,,,i raped her"he paused taking in a deep breath

Charlotte laughed crazily. Charlotte stood and turned toward the light. “I’ll take pictures of you naked and post them all on every forum, every influencer circle, every outlet that ever printed your name. And my dear friends will make sure it spreads like wildfire. Let’s see who still wants you, even your little boy, Stanley, would surely run away from you, and that Warren Adam? Would surely kill you for being so disgusting, and even the dog will not bite you!” Emily’s voice was quiet but defiant. “You are insane!”

Jerry neared my ear, and whispered, “I have a little monster living in my head that sometimes takes over, and that little monster is restless Laura. It knows you don’t feel the same way about us as we do you; hence, it is so anxious to claim you.” “C-claim m—” My heart rate sped up, and I started hyperventilating. He’s completely insane! Jerry practically admitted he has multiple personality disorder! How am I going to survive, never mind getting away from him?! What other personalities or fucked-up traits is he going to reveal? “That’s why I am so harsh and possessive. You understand, my gem?” I could only struggle with a nod in his steel grasp. Jerry combed my hair with his long fingers wh

This time he only came home because it was my ovulation period, and we were only trying to conceive. As I watched him leave, a sense of disappointment crept into my heart. This guy always rushed back, took off his pants, got on top of me in bed, did his thing, and then hurried off without a care for whether I was fulfilled. Did he never worry that I would cheat on him? Lying there, I picked up my phone and scrolled through my chat history with my best friend, Miranda Gunther, until a picture of a muscular man caught my eye. Underneath the photo, my friend had written, "Take a look at your brother-in-law's body. He's like a modern-day Hercules! He's got a huge package."

"He's just worried about me. Sophia has always been healthy. He didn't mean to neglect her. If you want to blame someone, then blame me." "Save it." The officer jabbed a finger at her. "I've dealt with enough cheaters to recognize the act. Tears, trembling, the whole damsel routine. Bet you've got him wrapped around your finger." "Why are you so mean?" Charlotte's voice broke, her chest heaving. "We're just friends. You can insult me, but don't you dare slander him." Her legs gave out again, and I caught her before she hit the floor. "She has a heart condition. Please, don't stimulate her further," I protested, holding her tighter.

But when I say his full name, Julian Stone, she gasps so loudly that people look over. “ELENA!” she whisper-shouts. “You slept with your BOSS?” “Lower your voice” I hiss, burying my face in my hands. She leans in, her eyes wide with both shock and something close to excitement. “Are you telling me the man who ruined your life this morning is the man who ruined your legs in Santorini?” I groan. “Oh my God” she says. “This is deliciously horrible.” “It’s not delicious, Nora.”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

This time, Summer got straight to the point. "Susanne, why don't you tell me your real motive? You followed me here today and even wanted to shower with me. I don't think you genuinely want to be closer to me." "Summer, my motive is simple." Susanne smiled her perfect smile once more. She looked like an innocent angel. But Summer wasn't deceived anymore. After the murder attempt, she had found out that Susanne was mentally ill and was just pretending to be a normal person.

‘…since you’ve decided to be selfish… it’s just another entitled, powerful man, flexing his muscles… you’ll be left more miserable than your father left you…’ ‘… miserable… shameless… selfish… pathetic… Pathetic… Pathetic!’ I tugged hard on the roots of my hair and screamed.

Thank God. I fumbled with the window lock, my fingers slick with sweat. The window was small, but I was smaller, thanks to malnourishment. He was at my door now, fumbling with the knob. "Mona, baby, open the door. I just want to talk." His voice was gentle, a sickeningly familiar attempt to trick me into believing he wasn't mad. I'd played this game too many times.