Dirty Comebacks Novels & Stories

Their leader took one look at her and said while grinning, "Some guys are into pregnant chicks. She'll bring in good money." Then, despite her screams and struggles, they dragged her away. Two months later, Tricia was dumped back home in pieces. Her baby had been miscarried after repeated assaults. She was infected with STDs and left infertile. The debt collector clapped Luke on the back and laughed. "Damn, your wife's a moneymaker. She paid off your entire debt in just two months. Here, she's all yours again. We're square." "Great, thanks, boss!" Luke grinned from ear to ear, thrilled that the beatings would finally stop.

“You have five minutes.” Damien nodded. “That’s all I need.” She let him in. The house was small but warm. Family photos lined the walls. School drawings and finger paintings adorned the fridge. There was life here—real, imperfect, beautiful life. It was nothing like the sterile penthouse Damien returned to each night. He stood in the hallway, listening to Camila’s soft humming from the next room, and for the first time in years, Damien Carrington felt… human. “You can sit,” Teresa said, pointing to the couch.

Rebecca smiled, naughty, still feeling his cum running down her legs. “Understood. But I confess… I liked your jealousy. It makes me so fucking wet.” They quickly straightened themselves up. Rebecca tried to clean some of the cum with toilet paper, but she could still feel it dripping as she returned to the party. Her dress was wrinkled, her lips swollen, and a discreet hickey on her neck that she tried to hide with her hair.

Cody hit the floor from the punch. He stayed down for a while before dragging himself up, blood smeared at the corner of his mouth. The blood only made it worse. I rushed him and landed two more punches. Selene grabbed me like she'd lost it and slapped me across the face. "Are you crazy? Have you completely lost it?" she snapped. "Cody's right. Anyone who comes out of a place like that—even if they were decent before—comes back dirty."

" Dylan froze, his face going rigid. I watched his reaction with a faint, amused satisfaction. His expression kept shifting, his lips trembling as he tried and failed to form a single coherent sentence. "This is all karma," I said, my voice steady. "Your family did plenty of evil, including beating me. This is what you deserve." - When Lucy didn't get access to my bank account, she started losing her patience. At first, she called me asking for money. I hung up every time. Then she sent Kenneth to contact me. I blocked him. I thought she would quiet down for a while. But a few days later, I was in a meeting at work when the front desk called.

Angela replied. “I apologise for the terminology I used earlier that you did not comprehend; I felt embarrassed to admit that someone I dated was a stripper, and the term sounded rather distasteful to me, so I opted for the more euphemistic term, ecdysiast,” Ethan apologised. “That is perfectly fine; I understand. But how did you come to learn that she was an ecdysiast?” Angela asked.

It’s been a week since Vance crossed a line that can never be uncrossed. A week of apologies that don’t land, gifts that feel transactional, and a man who now watches every word he says like he’s navigating a minefield. He’s tried obsessively to make up for it; flowers, soft tones, careful distance. Too careful. Like if he performs well enough, I’ll forget. I haven’t been home since.

In the early days, when money was tight and he was starting the company, I borrowed from every bank and loan app I could find to help him stay afloat. Later, when we could not pay it back, my phone was flooded with calls. Debt collectors showed up at the door of our tiny apartment. They even mass-texted my relatives and friends, so everyone knew I owed money. Even then, I did not shed a single tear. The moment Jason learned the truth that night, his eyes instantly filled with tears. He clung to me tightly, whispering his sobs in my ear. He said, “Sheena, I swear I’ll never let you down in this lifetime.”

Messages going back months. The words hung in the air. I read them again, slower. “Before we humiliate Reyna.” My throat closed up. I scrolled up, fingers trembling so bad I almost dropped the phone. Damon replies with a video of him stroking his cock, thick and hard, saying, “This is yours tonight. Hers is just the warm-up.”

I answered, rubbing both palms and grinning evilly. "What is it now?" She stared intensely at me and opened her mouth to talk. "Plus you're happier than I expected you to be." Why wouldn't I be happy when I found the key to my happiness? "A rebound." I beamed, wriggling my eye brows. "Rebound?" She bit out of her apple and blinked rapidly at me. "You mean like a bounce back?" "A rebound you fool." I face palmed then placed both my palms on her shoulders and shook her.