Home Wrecker Novels & Stories

He got to live without it, always following him like a shadow. "Exactly." I nodded, finishing my drink. "You aren't looking at it the same way as I am, Androkles." he sighed. "And how are you looking at it?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Born of lightning, we know that part is referring to being the son of Nikos." He began his breakdown. "A destroyer emerges. That could just be speaking that you would become Ares. As God of War, he is often seen as a destroyer." He pointed out that I'm finding it hard to argue with the logic.

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble." "Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else." Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley. "How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!" The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

Turns out she's just a homewrecker he pays to sleep with him. [She spent every day pretending to be the wife of a rich man. Not only is her cover completely blown, but everything else has also blown up in her face.] Gary had enjoyed plenty of success thanks to my support. However, he also cared about his pride more than anything. Now, he was visibly falling apart. "You've gone too far, Wendy! Why couldn't we have talked about this at home?!" "At home?" I asked as I sneered coldly. "Have you ever come home?"

he whispered, but there was something terrifying in his eyes when he looked down at me on the ground — a flicker of excitement that made my blood run cold. I could see his erection in his pants, like seeing me that way excited him. That’s sick— Hunter’s sick. He turned away for a moment, then his gaze locked onto my drawer. Before I could stop him, he kicked it hard. The wood cracked and splintered and the cans rolled out across the floor. Hunter snatched one, cracked it open, and drank like a man dying of thirst. I watched in horror as the alcohol took hold again, dulling whatever brief remorse he’d shown.

The time was three days before Wilbur’s car accident. Edie: “Is it done?” Cousin: “It’s all done. It will take two to three days for something to happen. Don’t worry about it, Edie.” Edie: “Don’t leave any evidence behind. Once it’s done, I’ll give you the house by the river.” Wilbur’s life was worth only 200,000 dollars. Edie’s cousin confessed everything after he was shown the dashboard footage. “The brake fluid won’t drain right away if a small knife is used to make a small cut. It will gradually lose fluid while driving. Edie promised to give me the house if I did it.”

Hey Guys The Homewrecker finally came to an end. I hope you all smiled for them, felt sad for them, rejoiced with them and most importantly learnt lessons from them. Life isn't balance and you don't always get what you want. So when the opportunity comes, grab it and make a good use of it.

The thought of waking up with the worst case of sunburn looking like a donut from a local store made me decide it wasn't worth risking it at all. I turned on my side letting my ass enjoy a little breeze and that's when I saw it. The bag was struggling with a wave trying to decide whether to stay or return to the open sea. I rushed on my feet and sprinted towards it making a frantic dive. I grabbed it pushing it to the safety of my enormous tits. Only after I was certain it was safe in my clutches did I get up and move to see the contents. The black bag must have come from the wreck. It looked expensive and yet simple. The type of bag you'd take for a 3day trip on a stupid cruise celebrating

What was wrong with me? I spent an entire day recuperating at home. As evening approached,a sensation headline emerged. “Ivan’s stylist accused of being a home wrecker!” Home wrecker? Which home did I wreck? The headline was accompanied by a phone of me and a man in a sleeveless silver supercar. I read the comments under the post. “Scandalous!The home wrecker should be canceled.She shouldn’t be allowed to be on our screens!” “Well, setting aside the controversy,she’s undeniably stunning.She’s so gorgeous.”

The doctor went pale, panicking, but Ezekiel cradled the urn in his arms. "Rebecca, that's enough. Let's go." He played the grieving brother, tears and all. If I hadn't seen his live stream earlier, I would have been fooled by his sorrowful expression. At home, he set the urn on the nightstand, refusing to bury it. Although it was fake, I felt creepy, eager to get rid of it. He only held it close, his voice dripping with fake devotion. "Giselle was like a sister to me. You wouldn't want her alone in the ground, would you?"

I turned again, pressing the elevator button harder this time. "You think you can just show up and he’ll forget about me?" "No, I think he already has. It's quite obvious." "You’re nothing but a homewrecker!" she snapped, her voice echoing down the hallway. I slowly turned to face her, my own temper beginning to rise. "Homewrecker!? Wow, that's so rich coming from you. Besides for you Kimberly there is no home to wreck. He doesn't love you. He made that painfully clear."