I Can Make Her Worse Mga Nobela at Kwento

I admitted. Damon’s eyes widens, he looks like he's got something to say but he doesn't. I don't care if I'm being an asshole.But she can't ruin my life and expect to be happy with that jerk. I’ll stop at nothing to make her suffer ten folds.

“Listen. I already told you I’m sorry for the shitty way you were treated, but you need to stop making it my problem. Whatever happened in the past is in the past. You need to get real and accept the way things are, and I mean right now. Or else this could all get much worse for you.” “This could get worse?” she asks sarcastically. “Yes, you fucking moron,” I snarl, and I’m gratified when she can’t contain her tremor of apprehension at the sudden change in my tone. That’s good, that’s how I need her to be, so I snarl again. “Yes, this could get much worse. You don’t seem to understand you’re fucking with nature here. Trying to deny what’s already been put in place. All you’re going to do is

“Why are you doing this?” “Maybe because I understand what it means to feel weak and helpless.” I bit my lips. “You’re not a bad person.” She scoffed. “I’m not a good person. I've done bad things and maybe this is just my way of making them easier to live with.”

FUCK IM SO BAD AT THIS, SHE NEEDS ME AND I COME OUT WITH I KNOW . "You didn't deserve any of it" I whispered , my heart clenching every time I looked at her . Her eyebrows frowned at my words . "Why did he do it then?" She whimpered quietly . "Because some people are just evil , some people are just cruel" I tried to explain as best I could . But I couldn't give her a solid reason because I don't abuse, I just kill . Which is probably worse . Why does she like me again ? . Oh yeah I forgot I'm irresistible. What the fuck is my brain doing , my girl is sitting here infront of me , having a mental breakdown and I'm thinking that I'm irresistible.

Easy to hate. She never really looks happy. Maybe she can't be. Maybe she doesn't let herself. And me? I've only made it worse, breathing down her neck, pushing, prodding, doubting her at every turn. And if she walks outside now, if one more person points a finger at her, I think something in her will snap.

Her flawless make-up did a good job covering it but with that sneer etched upon her face, the wrinkles deepened, making her look older than she already was. "Oh don't play dumb with me. You are back to ruin his life, aren't you? Haven't you done enough?" she hissed. On the contrary, he was the one who almost ruined my life and drove me insane. I would not stoop so low as to banter words with her again. I refused to. She was just a bitter old woman with lots of unresolved issues and I did not intend to let her words words get to me. I looked at her expressionlessly and walked away. That seemed to aggravate her. Her face become pale. I was glad to see that I had gotten under her skin.

She made me feel better about every downside of life and made me think positively about all the things that make us feel like all is gonna crumble. She closed her eyes, and I am hoping greatly that she would decide to give me the chance that I need. Well, I want to prove to her that I could be someone that is not like the men she has spent her precious time and feelings with. Those assholes who broke her. And, I know I can treat her better. The best. I assure her that.

This girl is doing a good job at making me forget that. That won’t be happening anymore. I have to put her in her place.

She cherished me even when I'm the worst She loves me regardless of my flaws, if that isn't true love then I don't know what it is… A week later It's been a week reminding me I just gave three weeks left, slowly with each day that passes by I draw near and closer to my grave and today I made up my mind I made up my mind about what I'm going to do, to me it's better She hates me than she watches me die…I can imagine the kind of pain she's going to be in