Good Roasts For Haters Novels & Stories

Us, here, at the end of something messy and beautiful and entirely ours. --- EPILOGUE SNIPPET – One Year Later A tiny apartment. A pair of mugs. Two laptops clacking in sync. Blake's voice from the other room: “Did you actually change our Wi-Fi password to ‘AveStillWins2025’?” Her smirk, unseen but unmistakable: “Don’t act surprised.” Silence. Then laughter. Love, loud and ordinary. Love that started with I hate you — and grew into something better than I love you.

Misery was written all over her face. Had Master Fatal restrained himself and said none of that, there might be a chance for him to survive. But to act so arrogantly to Harvey of all people… He was courting death! Some of the fat cats flashed smug looks at Harvey when they heard Master Fatal’s words. They look proud of Master Fatal’s arrogance. “Whoever insults the Great Country H shall die!” Harvey’s eyes flashed in anger. He moved one step forward, and the next instant, appeared right before Master Fatal.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

In fact, after living in Gordoria for many years, my tastes had become much milder. The only reason I've always made spicy food was because he was from Honhor, and he enjoyed spicy food. A spread was served on the table shortly after. I could barely eat as even the greens were spicy. Meanwhile, Tiffany ate enthusiastically, citing that she did not want to waste food. I finally realized that the spread of food wasn't ordered based on my preferences. They were all for Tiffany. The cheating couple was actually showing off their love in front of me. I suppressed my anger, accidentally bending the cutleries in my hands.

Premium ribeye steak with sautéed vegetables and a side of caramelised onions on a primarily onion sauce. "You still remember," I said, my chest heaving. "You still remember even though you tried to kill me." I closed my eyes, the tears filling my eyes faster again. I didn't yell again. I couldn't. My throat was raw, my heart was broken, and I hated him. How could he come back here, trusting that cloak to shield him away from me like the things we shared were simply surface level? I pulled the tray to me, and I ate slowly through my tears. He still made his onions too sweet. But his steak was perfect still. I hated the food. I hated him more.

she said and forced herself to read on. Before she’d finished the first paragraph she was grinning. Bad Boys did it awesome, apparently. Hewitt mentioned the problem with the lobster—but only in conjunction with it being fixed quickly. Her servers were praised for their knowledge and aplomb. Her clam chowder was declared sublime, her Boston beans on toast less aesthetic but still tasty. The words “creative” and “playful” were thrown around more than once. Trey earned kudos for an atmosphere as warm and glowing as fine whiskey.

I sighed in dismay, calming myself, letting it slide, moving on, and facing the future with another person. ~~~ Past five, when I got home, preparing a Melt-in-Your-Mouth Chuck Roast dish for Ally, a perfect combination with red wine. I tasted it before serving and added lemon juice to tame it down, which helped a little. The meat was tender enough but just too sweet. Diced Italian tomatoes were the best combination of them. Everything is under control—Ready for dinner when Ally arrives. I'm sure she's exhausted from work. She's very devoted to their company. No wonder it is legendary.

"The great Mafia king, brought to his knees by a mere woman. You're a joke, Dominic. A pathetic, lovesick fool." Dominic's eyes lit up like an ember, but he kept looking only at Valarie. He said in a low, deadly voice, "You're a cunning bastard, Victor. You always use women as shields, don't you? You're nothing but a pathetic coward, hiding behind the skirts of innocent women."

“If you’re going to attack me, at least don’t make it so pitiful.” She spins, cheeks flushed red, anger, shame, both. Her fists curl tighter. “I’m not pitiful.” “Prove it,” I bark. She charges again, teeth grit, fury blazing now. Good. Anger is better than fear. She swings, faster this time, less sloppy. I block, shove her back with a rough palm to her shoulder. “Better,” I say, smirking. “Still Wolfless.” The word cracks through her like a whip. I see it. See the way her eyes burn, how her chest rises with ragged breaths. She hates me for it. Good. Hate means fight. And fighting reveals secrets.

He was effortlessly handsome, his dark hair slightly tousled, his sharp features unreadable. His eyes flickered over her, something shifting behind them before he forced his expression back to neutrality. “You’re ready.” It wasn’t a question. Sienna lifted a brow. “I assume that means you approve of my attire?” His jaw tightened. “It’s appropriate.” “Appropriate?” She smirked. “Is that the highest compliment I can expect from you tonight?” Grayson exhaled sharply. “Let’s go.” —--- The restaurant was one of the finest in the city—dim lighting, soft music, and an atmosphere that hummed with quiet luxury. As they stepped inside, heads turned. Grayson commanded attention wherever he went, but to