I Can Make Her Worse Novels & Stories

It was crystal clear on her face. “What’s going on?” she murmured as a crease appeared between her eyebrows. “Enough with doing nothing,” I snapped. “I’m not feeling well,” she partially lied. Physically, I was certain she was all good and was capable of doing many activities, but she was slacking. If I left her to her sorrow, she would destroy herself and I wasn’t going to allow her to do that. What I had in mind was the only thing I could do to help her with her mental recovery.

Real anger flared in her eyes, her mask completely falling off her face. “Kade! Do you even have any idea what you’re doing? She’s going to bring you so much bad luck if you stand by her side. At the end of the day, you’re going to fall for me too, because not only do I know I’m better than her, I think it too. Everybody does!” I had never been so irritated in my life. Only the fact that I had wasted over seven minutes on her made me feel like a fucking idiot. I turned to walk away when she stopped me, her tone flipping like she had snatched up her mask and worn it back.

Before I did something I’d really regret. Or worse… something I wouldn’t. But damn it—she was killing me. If she got any colder, I was going to have to start wearing gloves around her just to avoid emotional frostbite. She's definitely not boring. Which… unfortunately… made her a problem. A very entertaining problem.

She said in distress. I run my hands through my face, venting my worries on my distressed countenance. Now, I feel like blaming myself. It's my fault that I made her mad last night. I should not let her get angry or be emotional because it's not good for her health. But here I am being a worthless lover.

she said. "You have guts ", I said. "You think I was going to let them use me? hell no". "Oh my gosh, that must have been so terrible ". "It only gets worse ", she said again.

she croaks. That’s exactly what I need to do. To let her go, now and forever. She’s the worst thing to come into my life. The biggest liability. I can no longer kid myself. She’s wrong for me, and I’m entirely wrong for her, even if my treacherous cock and body refuse to see it.

I muttered. He shrugged. “I’m just saying — if you’re gonna keep driving yourself crazy over her, you might as well do something about it.” I looked up at him, frowning. “Like what? She hates me right now.” “Then make her not hate you.” I gave a humorless laugh. “Yeah, because that’s easy.” Scott grinned. “You’ve got charisma, bro. Use it.” I raised a brow. “Scott, she won’t even look at me without rolling her eyes.”

she asked. “I’m not belittling myself! I’m being completely honest! Look at those men. They can’t take their eyes off of you. You don’t need to put on any makeup or wear anything fancy to get their attention; just you. Alas, beautiful women are the worst. They don’t realize how bad they are.” Ivanka was speechless. “Yeah, I’m a bad woman. I’ll show you just how bad I am tonight.” Sandy could not help but laugh. “Okay, show me!”

I bit her hand lightly to which she gasped. “Did you just bite me?” she glared. “I did” I affirmed. “Ugh, you are just so irritating” she was frustrated. “What can I do, you bring this side in me” I shrugged my shoulder as she settled back in her seat. “There you go blaming me for your own bad traits” she fumed angrily. “You are very easy to rile up, you know that” I pointed out. “No, at times I am very composed. It is only you who brings out the worst in me” she replied. Now she looked relaxed.

"Are you alright?" "No,” I answer quite truthfully. "I really don't think I am, I mean you're right, it was an impulsive decision and if it were not to be for her injury, I really do not think that I'd regret it, but still it makes me mad that someone would do this to her and I can't do nothing but to pacify them.” "Maybe you shouldn't,” she says with a glint in her eyes. "I don't know about you but I'm sick of shit like.”