Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love Novels & Stories

"He's too good for her, anyway." "She probably drugged him cause no way in hell she suddenly becomes attractive." "Even a homeless hobo won't have sex with her despite how drunk he was." "She is so ugly. Let's hope the father's gene's save the child." "She looks like something you should throw up on." All my life, I learned in keeping low, pretending as if I couldn't hear all of that. But then came days when claws sprouted out of those whispers, and no one would save me from pretending.

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

"I'm sorry, okay? I want you back and I do promise to be a good boyfriend to you and the best father at that" I looked at him befuddled. Did a nut come loose in his brain or what? . . . . . . TBC Like. React. Comment. Share. Besides, who is interested in a P*F version of my former story, Hidden Scars? . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋

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I didn’t realize that after making me let go of one small piece of my life after another, Tiar always gave me something that made me feel like I hadn’t lost anything at all. Maybe that was what made everything so difficult to recognize. Love bombing doesn’t always feel like something bad. Sometimes it feels like a gift after a long day. Like someone who always comes when you need them. Like a good morning and good night text. Like flowers suddenly appearing on your desk. Like someone telling you that you’re the most beautiful woman they’ve ever seen. Like someone talking about the future as if that future already belongs to both of you. Like a warm embrace after an argument.

"You're just lying, you scumbag! I hope you become impotent for the rest of your life and that you won't ever have any of your own children! I hope you get cheated on!" "You bastard. You'd better watch yourself!" "Does that scumbag have a new target? Weren't you so in love with that young woman? Has she become someone else's mistress? You two are perfect for each other. If you know what's good for you, then get out of here."

Stacey stands up walking to me kissing my cheek with her radiant smile"Hey stranger I miss you ,haven't seen you in a while" "You know you beautiful woman I am truly sure you will find someone who will love you and be what I can't be to you " her smile fades "what do you mean you calling off the wedding" Oh Stacey we were shoved together there was never any love " my tone is bitter and cold.

It's not entirely my fault, they can just ignore my message, but they chose to believe it. No longer my problem. “If she really gives up from being a love scammer, just because she found true love—she's a traitor.” Misha said biting the scarf she's holding. “Yeah, she is.” I said and slowly smirk “But who knows? Maybe she found an old rich man with 12 inches dick who's already dying. I would also leave this occupation if I found a guy like that.” She looked at me as if I just said something disgusting—which is kinda true “Scary,”

You do love me! Picking up my iced coffee, I slowly poured it over his head. The icy brown liquid slid down his hair, making him look even more of a mess than before. "Was that enough to wake you up?" I asked coldly. "Anthony Scoll, what makes you think that I would still love a scumbag like you? Right now, all I see before me is a pile of trash, and not the recyclable kind. Also, you can stop dreaming about making a comeback one day."

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All