Good Roasts For Haters Novels & Stories

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

I was once so glorious, but now I don’t even have a hundred dollars to my name. Standing there, thin and frail in the darkness, Micah looked haunting. He screamed in frustration, "I hate you so much! Why couldn't you win Timothy's heart? If you were better, Timothy wouldn't still be hung up on his precious first love Nancy. She would’ve stayed with me!" That was not true. Would Nancy really have stayed with this drug addict after becoming the real heiress? No, she absolutely would not have. Micah had already been kicked out of the Lane family and lost all his wealth and power. Anyone with any sense would know what choice to make, just like how Timothy wisely divorced me to be with the real h

Hanry seemed satisfied with the friendly service and appetizing food. “Helena, you should try their rosti. It's authentic, just like families used to make in the small villages here,” Alaric suggested, pointing at the menu. Helena followed his advice, ordering the rosti with extra cheese and mushrooms. When the main course came, she couldn't contain her amazement. “This is amazing. The cheese flavor is really different. Papa, you have to try it.” Hanry chuckled. “I've already ordered one for myself, son.”

The iron skillet fell to the floor, splattering its contents every which way. “Now, you listen, and you listen good, Curtis Jones. You’ve made fun of me and my beliefs since the war. Why would you give a shit about the “weirdness,” as you call it, now, right before the score that would set us all up for the rest of our lives? It was your idea in the first place!” Jones and Rooster were practically standing toe to toe. The 5’9” Rooster looked up at the 6’3” Jones, fire in his eyes. Jones ground his teeth.

Hahahaha. "Oh blakey baby! I'm hurt!" Usher said as he clutch his chest and pretend to be hurt. "Shut idiot! And juts eat! There still food in the fridge. Just heat it!" Blake said to him while laughing. "I know you love me baby blakey!" Usher said and he heat the food from the fridge. "So?" Usher raised his eyebrows on me looking expectantly. . "What?" I asked him. "Your night? Whose the not so unlucky girl last night?" He said as he scoop a spoonful of rice and munch it.

“Glenn, I am so sorry.” “Don’t apologize to him, He knows it’s true.” He was seething at this point, staring me down with pure hatred. I smirked; he put me through worse as a kid. “Get out,” mom yelled at me. I wanted to stay, get him to try something so I could beat his ass in his own home. “Now!” I didn’t want to mess with mom though besides, it was enough satisfaction to bring Glenn’s bullshit to light. I left the apartment to find a small crowd gathered outside. Of course, they would latch onto any excitement they could in their mundane lives. This would never be me.

I wrapped my arms tightly across my stomach while rolling my eyes. Shhh, I promise to feed you soon. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Thank goodness no one else heard the dreadful sounds…I heaved a sigh of relief. "Hey you, get the marinated steaks out of the freezer and start roasting them." A person wearing a long white hat like the main chef yelled out loud exposing his vibrating uvula. The sweaty man looked exhausted but he still commanded respect from the rest of his assistants. My wolf chuckled internally as I maintained a stern poise on my face…I still don't understand why but she found strange things funny randomly and I sometimes found it very annoying, hence I just shunned he

Jonathan smiled even more, hugging Stefani tighter with satisfaction on his face. Soon, the two fell asleep, lying comfortably in each others' arms. Some people’s love needs words to know its real meaning. Some just need actions. And just like what Mr. Hernandez says, the person who hates too much is the person who loves too much. In a world full of hate, let our hate be the most loveable of all. "By the way, why do you always wear a hoodie or a thick sweater? You're always covered like a dumpling." "Well, Rose told me to cover my skin as much as possible when I'm here.. She said it's for my own safety. She said it could provoke something not right for my age yet."

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

"You didn't even come first." "Sore loser." I mocked. A few more rounds and I heaved a sigh of relief. "So when you aren't whooping my ass on the game, extreme bounty hunting or showcasing your craft on the pole, who are you Roxy?" " A person." I dropped my glass for a while. "Who has so much hate towards the world?" "It's not hate." I fired, getting riled up. "Anger?" He rephrased. Yeah… "Fucked up now, then?"