Dear My Rude Darling With Multiple Personalities Novels & Stories

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.

Now that’s called an offer. “Alpha Zarek ! Alpha Valen ! I will personally see to it that none of them prank you, else I will grill them in the Cliff of Fires,” I solemnly said. Don’t think I am any cute, Vanilla teenager either. ‘Devil’ is my middle name and I of course didn’t mean any of it. “Now the offer is very tempting but sorry kids, we are not idiots to fall for your tricks again and again, and Ty, it is Dad for you too,” Alpha Valen grinned and I returned the same with a nod.

He still continues as if he never gives up on her. "Aw, honey, stop right now!" " I can't stop myself any longer!" "You shouldn't!" says Rhoda. "he responds, and Rhoda laughs. Rudolf appears to be a crazy man in her eyes, with his beautiful warm, romantic blue eyes and long beards on his face, which make him look more stunning and fascinating.

Adele "Damn it!" I yelled, as I walked around my room. I was furious after the encounter I had with Mr Peterson during lunch. He told me I was too loud last night. I felt really embarrassed, he saying that to my face after I heard those jargons from the maids made things more worst. My stomach rumbled loudly and I groaned, in the fits of my anger. I didn't eat lunch, neither did I eat dinner. "Idiot," I mumbled, hissing at my stupidness. Maybe I shouldn't have ran away from home. And what! I should have endured the mafia world, and watch my dad sell me out to one of the mafia lords to form a bond between two worlds. Never!

“Baby, that isn’t justifiable.” My lips tremble. “I justified everything he did.” “He’s insane, and you were just blinded. What did he do?” He cups my face. “Tell me. What do you mean?” I blink my eyes so my tears won’t block my eyes. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear that.” “I need details.” He wipes my tears with his thumb. “I have to know.” “He wasn’t all bad. I thought that was his true nature until his dad fucked-up and made him the way he is. Drake had two personalities, which made me want to hang on to him. To save him.” I cough hard because my throat can’t handle the dehydration anymore.

He means Parkinson, a big debtor bastard. "No. I don't want to think about anything anymore Roberto, tomorrow I'll see what he has to offer me in exchange for his life." "I hear rumors that he has a daughter, but she is not at all pretty, let alone attractive. So they say!" "So be it! If the rumors are true, at least I will have a maid. I hope she'll be useful for something, I'm tired of disappointments in my life." "But just be careful that she gives you horrible nightmares after seeing her. From what they say she is deformed and no longer of any use, it looks like a guy set her on fire. Her mother never cared, thus being Parkinson's sad, ugly, unhappy daughter."

"What do you want?" "I want to be a person." My voice wasn't loud, but it hit him like a sledgehammer. I looked at him, at the man who once stood high above me and who treated me like something he owned. For the first time, I said everything I had swallowed down in fear and humiliation. "Mr. Hendrick, my name is Rudith, not Powder. I'm not a replacement for anyone. I'm also not anyone's cat. "I don't like sweet food. I hate strawberry cake. I like meat and fish without bones.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.

“A wife?” I asked the people before me in a whisper. “Yes! And he has a son also who is eleven years old.” My darling assistant in this place said smugly and I know I can use darling along with her only when I want to be sarcastic. And I want to be sarcastic like hell otherwise I don’t know what will do after hearing this betrayal. He acted like he is interested in me, but he has a wife and son. How could he?