Fake Slackers の小説・ストーリー

Fuck me. *****************************************

Loud bickering quickly erupted… “That’s outrageous!” “Yeah! That’s not fair for the rest of us that are actually serious about our future.” “What if we work our butts off and the other person only intends on fooling around? Are we expected to carry around dead weight? Slackers?” Someone said looking at Jake Lancer with clear indication. “Yes, how are you going to determine who gets paired with who?”

“Are you serious?” “Very,” Silas said. His blue eyes were intent on me, watching my reaction. “An internship,” I repeated, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. “At Blackwood Capital. The company that’s so prestigious and so exclusive. The one that told me I wasn’t even worth the time for a proper interview.” I took a step forward, my earlier hunger forgotten, replaced by a hot, sharp anger. “What’s the game? Is this some new way to humiliate me? Get me into the office and have everyone point and whisper? ‘There’s the stripper the bosses are fucking’?”

Completing another word of sarcasm, Xander scoffs at the actions of this unmarried couple. "In your mind the two of you take pleasure in my suffering huh? You guys played brutal and Nadhea tried hard not to fall, " Xander continued to prove strong evidence when Nadhea briefly rejected the assessment of the two of them. The owner of the company Smith bluffing does not like because this is a personal matter.

How people won’t be able to discover his transformation. *After 3 months, Jette became bored of life. The cycle of waking up, studying, reading, eating, sleeping, and so on is killing her. So, she decided to open her F******k Account. She posted something on her F******k Account. “Hey everyone. I’m bored. Who’s in town right now? We’ll catch up and chit-chat” Then someone responded to her F******k status: Ralph: Hi Jette. Do you remember me?

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

My stomach flipped. I reread the line at least twenty-three times, as if it would suddenly change to, "Just kidding! Singles welcome! We love lonely intellectuals with control issues!" But no. I was stuck. I mean... it was just a small lie, right? I wasn’t hurting anyone. And it was for a good cause—my research on emotional intimacy in long-term relationships. I needed this grant. I needed peace. I needed the space. I just… needed a fake husband.

Waking up, grabbing my phone, and starting my day by comparing myself to others is really self-defeating and not worth it at all. It’s easy to fake a perfect life in fifteen-second clips or with a posed—and photoshopped—image. Hell, even I can make my life look fulfilling and amazing and not full of fuck-up moments. “You should,” Logan says. “If I didn’t run Getaway’s social media, I wouldn’t be online much at all. Well, other than to read articles and find spoiler-filled memes to send to Dean. He’s always behind in whatever show we’re watching.” “Poor Dean.”

“This is shit!” Sarah slammed her bag on the table then sat roughly next to Shanon. "How is the result?" Shanon pretended to be busy scrolling on her cellphone even though she already knew what happened to Sarah. “I still got an F and had to write a hundred thousand word paper based on his material. Business strategy in the modern era. Gosh, isn't that cruel? One hundred thousand words! Imagine that, Shanon!” “Yeah, that was cruel. But it was a fair punishment.”