Her Story Cheats Novels & Stories

He lunged at me and tried to snatch my phone away, screaming, "Turn it off! Turn it off right now!" I easily dodged and continued saying, "Since you're so convinced that I cheated, Mr. Hoffman, why don't you tell everyone who's watching the live stream about the evidence you gathered that proves that I cheated?" Richard was cornered. He looked at the screen and stubbornly said, "I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm not scared! "Talia usually has terrible results, while Layla is at the top of her grade. What other proof do you need? If there are two exam papers with identical answers, it's obvious that the worse student copied the better student!"

“How did it happen? Were you really cheating on Marcus? That’s impossible! My friend doesn’t cheat but considering this situation, that is the only reasonable explanation." “There could be other explanations,” I muttered. “That’s… That’s impossible,” she muttered. Calmly, I told her everything that had happened without sparing a detail. How I caught Marcus cheating on me with my step-sister, the one night stand, the marriage deal, the honeymoon trip to Paris (I did leave out the tension filled scenes though), even the death of Aurora Davies. At the end of it all, Lena looked overwhelmed, like she had just gotten life sucked out of her.

I said. "Victoria has the payment records," she said. "She has the narrative. She has three board members who are already unhappy." She paused. "And she has me." "She doesn't have you," I said. "She has the story of me," she said. "The gold digger story. The woman who slid under the turnstile and found a rich man with a problem and sold him a solution that cost him two million dollars and is now living in his penthouse." She looked at me. "That's the story she tells. And it's built on real facts even if the version is completely wrong."

“Yes!” She scoffed. “You’re a paramedic.” “Yes!” “You live in a small apartment.” “Yes!” “You barely have enough money to send me for my basic things.” Lewis groaned. “Why are you bringing that up now?” Barbie waved her hand dismissively. “Someone like Derek Stygian wouldn’t even notice someone like you. You are too broke to catch his attention.” Lewis’s eye twitched slightly. “But he did notice me.” Barbie shook her head again. “Lewis, please. If you’re going to lie about cheating, at least make the story believable.”

"He probably couldn't take it anymore. You were pretty clever when you set him up to make it look like he hurt you. It was a smart move to stick cooling packs on your skin beforehand." Marissa stared at her hand in disbelief. William's and the doctor's words were ringing in her ears. "You set him up to make it look like he hurt you." She was abruptly reminded of everything she'd done that day—the way she'd slapped and kicked me. Marissa crumpled to the floor in a daze. After checking her pockets and realizing she had her phone with her the whole time, she made a call.

Now we could see she had expensive looking black and white high heels on which completed her outfit nicely. Ann came back toward the chair and stood in front of it. "So, lover, would you like to k ow what my naughty story is about? Yes? Well, it's a little fantasy I had about you actually. Maybe we should play it out instead of you reading it. What's that? You want to know what it's about?" She smiled and looked up to the corners of her eyes. "Well lover, it's about a bitch who makes a guy jerk off while she teases him about what he may or may not get to see."

he always loved her so much, I never knew that there was a story she wasn't telling me. See she loved this boy named Jacob and she planned that they would both get married, at that time she told me that he had been involved in an accident and he needed her more than ever, she loved him with her whole being and mourning her father... everything had been too much for her, for all the sarcifice she had made for me and how much she had helped me, I wanted to help her and so I made up the Idea that I go in her stead and marry you, I promised to give her back the money that was rightfully hers when the time came. I never knew she had made up so many lies, you see, that time I asked for that money

Tonight the story was sitting on my couch in my shirt with wet eyelashes and a mouth that looked like it wanted a fight. “You want coffee?” I asked. “I want whatever you were drinking before I showed up.” I poured him two fingers of the good whiskey. He took the glass, knocked half of it back, and hissed through his teeth. “She cheated,” he said to the dark window. “Three months. Some guy from her program. Sent me a paragraph about how she ‘needed to be honest.’ I told her to go fuck herself and then I walked until it started raining.” I sat in the armchair across from him instead of next to him. Distance. That was the rule.

After I closed the gate, I immediately followed her inside the house. "Auntie, what are you doing here?" I asked but she didn't answer me. She looked around while slowly sitting up. "Do I need your permission first before coming here?!" She raised an eyebrow at me. "It's not like that." What is she doing here? Wasn't Elthon with her earlier? Will she scold me again because of what happened? I sat in front of her. "Cheat on him," she started and I was surprised by what she said.

Amid my panic, I immediately called Luciana, sobbing and breaking down. "He cheated, Luciana! He cheated! The paparazzi caught him. What do I do now?" I cried desperately into the phone. Crying and shaking, I ran toward the hotel he had gone to. My thoughts were in disarray, like every possible nightmare scenario was collapsing into one big disaster. "If he really cheated, I'd break up with him on the spot." That was what I swore to myself back then. After asking around for his room number, I rushed down the hall and barged into his hotel room. The next second, confetti and streamers rained down on me.