Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love Novels & Stories

C: Damn, I knew someone this handsome couldn’t be single! Turns out he's a cheating scumbag! D: Wasting my feelings. Scumbags must die! F: As expected, the handsome ones are never faithful. Those who look too good are hard to handle. Stella, I don’t have high standards for looks. As long as he’s reliable, motivated, doesn’t smoke or drink, that’s enough for me. Do you know any guys like that? A: Boo-hoo, I still like handsome ones. If he’s too ugly, I can't kiss him~

On our way there, as we drive along the long road, my favorite Wheatus song, 'Teenage Dirt Bag' comes on and surprisingly Scott loves it too and he sings it out loud before I join in on the chorus. "Cause I'm just a teenage dirt bag, baby! Yeah I'm just a teenage dirt bag, baby! Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh," I sing along to the chorus and wait for Scott to jump in on the second verse. "Her boyfriend's a dick. He brings a gun to school. And he'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth. He lives on my block. And he drives an I-Roc..." He says the name I-Roc loudly and it hits me, Blake drives an I-Roc. Goodness! Scott is referring to Blake, he's not just singing along. Even thoug

He handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box. I opened it and to my surprise, it contained a small slice of cake. Luca smiled and said, “I remember how much you loved cakes from this shop, and I happened to be passing by.” I removed the packaging and finished the cake in one go. All of a sudden, rashes broke out across my skin. I didn’t care. It seems that he had long forgotten that I was allergic to mangoes. I said, “Tomorrow is our fifth anniversary, let’s have dinner together.”

Right before the abortion, I imagined a million ways he might react—maybe regret, maybe breaking down—but I never expected this. I suddenly burst out laughing, and it hurt so much that my stomach cramped up. The stitches I just got started bleeding a bit. Carl freaked out. "What's so funny?" I looked at the man I had spent six years with and felt nothing but disgust. He was unfamiliar to me now. "Carl, do you have any shame? How could you even say something like that? Just because you're a disgusting person, do you think I am too? I'm nothing like you!"

“Are you serious about this? Eunice is here. You’re just going to upset her.” She was still trying to push me away, but I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to do the same mistake I did on my last lifetime. “Then let her be upset. Like I said, I had nothing to do with her. I’ve moved on from her,” I said. “You kiss her and said you moved on from her, isn’t that a contrast?” “I didn’t kiss her! She forced me to kiss her! That is different! And just to be clear, I don’t love her anymore!”

The enormous diamond sparkled brightly under the light. “I'm already yours. What more do you want?” He snuggled up to me, whining, “Honey, I’m starving for you right now.” His soft bangs tickled me, making my whole body itch. I couldn’t help but laugh as I planted a quick kiss on his cheek. That kiss seemed to flip a switch inside him. He grinned mischievously and started gently undoing my clothes. My body tensed up immediately. I had healed a lot under his love and care, but some scars still lingered in my heart, creeping into my life unexpectedly.

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

🎵 🎵 “That true love starts with friendship” 🎵 “A kiss on the forehead… a date night”🎵 🎵 “Fake an apology after a fight” 🎵 🎵 “I need a man, who's patient and kind”🎵 🎵 “Gets out of the car and holds the door…”🎵 🎵 “I wanna slow dance, in the living room like”🎵 🎵 “We're 18 at senior prom and grown”🎵

Amy tells me. I stand there in disbelief, listening to the sarcastic words, and feeling incredibly sorry for myself. I may not be the best person on the planet, but I know that I sure as hell don’t deserve any of this. “Well, then, congratulations to you and the father of your child. No, we can never ever be friends again, because I don’t make friends with snakes, and I hope that you both get the life that you deserve because you’re well-suited to each other.” I tell her at last, barely able to keep my voice from trembling.