Dirty Comebacks Novels & Stories

The sun tanned my skin, but it also brought a renewed vitality. When I returned home, I threw myself into jewelry design, eventually opening my own studio. Occasionally, I'd hear tidbits about Gabriel over drinks at a bar. He had returned to his old ways, partying every night. He was often seen with different socialites, and he had left the company entirely in Isaac's hands. On the racetrack, he drove recklessly, narrowly avoiding disaster multiple times. Isaac spent his days worrying about him, only to be met with cold indifference. In the end, he resigned in frustration after a heated confrontation.

I added, “If there’s anybody directly affected by the blogs, it’s not us, we don’t have direct contact with the general public, it’s a scandal, it will die down with time!” “But D&D’s has direct contact with the public, considering the nature of their company. You have nothing to worry about, I’ll look into this and makesure the scandals dies as soon as possible!” I slowly turned to look at Damon and locked gazes with him, he nodded shortly at me and I flashed him a tight lipped smile.

Chance I was like a robot all through Tuesday. From the moment Raid picked me up till my last class, there was only one thing on my mind. Revenge. In bold letters. Even Selene knew not to talk to me. That's how invested I was. It's like Kimmie from Beauty in Black when she went crazy because her sister was taken. Mine was worse. I rarely get like this, but Mason and Avery needed to pay. Yes, you heard right, Avery is in my crosshairs now. That B word splashed me with water on my way back from work yesterday while she and her bad and boujee friends cackled like drugged hyenas. As if Mason messing with me wasn't enough.

“Jason... I heard from Patrick that while I was gone, Catheryn took care of you. I’m sorry for leaving you. I just fell in love. But I hope you understand. Now that I’m back... can’t we bring things back to how they were?” Bring things back? Her words gave me chills. She was so manipulative, acting innocent. But out of everyone here, she was the most toxic of all. “Eunice, I’ll be honest. You left me. I was drowning in sadness when you told me you were marrying someone else. I fell into depression. But the one who helped me stand again was Catheryn. She worked hard to bring me back to who I was. And now you’re saying we should go back to how things were? There’s nothing to go back to, Eunice

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

Except the price for that discipline was that he needed a drink, and maybe one of the harlots waiting around. He requested for wine and sat at a corner, watching the rest of the pack unwind. The revoking of the red card meant a little bit of freedom for everyone and so people were meeting up to reinstate trade deals, legal and illegal. For a while, he wondered where Avan was and that brought his thoughts back to Vivian.

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

If only I knew then what I know now. “Can I see you?” he asks, and before he gives me a chance to answer, his phone call turns into FaceTiming. Whatever. Maybe if he looks at me as I say it, he’ll get it. “Wow,” he says as soon as I come into view. “I almost forgot how beautiful you are.” “Don’t do this, Todd.” “I’m so lonely, Char.” I cock an eyebrow. “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” “I fucked up, okay? And I’m sorry. Come on, babe, come back to New York. Come home.”