I Refuse To Become Scumbag In Tokyo Novels & Stories

I have no business with a dick at this point not to mention I am an exclusive plaything to a certain billionaire. “ Go away, I am not interested.” I yell, sending the person a dirty look. Of course, the scumbag doesn't seem pleased by my refusal as his expression shifts. He sneers, “ You think you are anything special? How dare you refuse me. I can drag you across this club and f*ck you on the dirty floor like the cheap dirty wh*re you are.” He bellows, sending me a disdainful look. I feel my blood boiling, coupled with my frustrations, I don't realise when I smack him across the face.

Another voice chimed in. “Or maybe she dumped him.” “Yeah. That sounds more believable.” Then a man wearing a grim reaper mask threw his head back and laughed. “Imagine ruling an entire pack… and still not being able to keep your own mate.” The laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. Slowly—Abigail slipped out of my arms. She looked at me politely. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Then she turned. She walked back into the crowd. And started dancing again.

Although I hadn't eaten for days and there was nothing I could vomit, the pungent acid scent sent Stella scrambling for a tissue to stuff her nostrils, while snapping at me in disgust, "What are you doing?!" But I kept retching as I couldn't hear a thing, and only stopped when I no longer felt sick. Stella said nothing and kept glaring coolly at me, and I knew well enough to tell that she was on the verge of an outburst. While I usually would play dumb and ignore that, I didn't do so this time—just as I knew fully well I had no right to fight back, just as I was too enfeebled. Keeping my head down as my fingers dug into the front seat, I said, "I'm sorry… I can walk on my own—I'm really sorr

"Get out! Get out of here! Johann is the only one we'll ever acknowledge as our son. We don't have a stupid, useless daughter like you!" My parents' rejection only made me feel even more wounded and humiliated. I couldn't bear to endure everyone's contemptuous faces anymore, so I hastily grabbed all my things and ran out. When I walked out, the rain poured down on me, making me look even more bedraggled than ever. Yet, Johann somehow appeared in front of me right in time in his luxurious car. "Do you finally understand what you're worth now, Nancy Castro?" he scoffed. "You're just a poor, stray dog that even your parents have abandoned. And nobody else in the world is willing to keep you by

he said unapologetically. I forced the butterflies in my stomach down and in fact, I torched those caterpillars before they could evolve. “You got this at a rental? You must be obsessed with staying in theme.” “I bought it last minute. The dealer took much for it but I wanted us to look like a couple straight out of an 80’s magazine,” he said, his eyes still tearing off my clothes. Couple? I did not want to correct him not just because it would change the mood but because I liked the way it sounded even if it was only temporary.

It was always like that the night before my birthday and the few nights after, I cry all night remembering what I've lost, I hate my birthday and always will. I left the apartment looking like a mess, I was rushing, crossing the street like I was running for my life, when a car almost hit me "watch where you're going you psycho " the angry driver yelled. He had every right to be angry and I probably did look like a psycho, but I wasn’t in the mood so I just flipped him the middle finger anyway and shouted "WELL FUCK YOU KEN DOLL" he had blond hair and blue eyes and looked like a pretty boy.

“Hi, “ Amelia whispered, trying to ease the tension that was in the room. She was the eldest sister , so she had to make this okay ., but her sister seems to pick an offense with her words . “The last thing that I would ever support is you , opening your disgusting trash’s to say hi to me , for goodness sake what gives you the right to talk to me , so you think that because my family accepted you , I would , if I were you , I would go back to wherever that you came from because you are not my family and you will never be a part of this family , I just can’t believe my parents spent a huge amount of money to get your silly ass out of jail , you silly disgusting piece of trash “

He was becoming madder as the conversation went on, "Like what I do? What I do isn't that bad, Elizabeth. I give girls what they want, and they know exactly what happens afterwards. They all did, but yet they still wanted to sleep with me. I gave them what they wanted, and I had clear intentions with all of them. Ellie was the only one that I was going to try something different with and she kind of blew that up as well. All along, I really just wanted to be with you." "If you wanted to be with me, you could've done something better than be a fuckboy." He was close enough that he was able to slam his hand down on the box next to me, giving me a small heart attack. "Will you stop calling me t

By oppression and judgment he was taken away, and as for his generation, who considered that he was cut off out of the land of the living, stricken for the transgression of my people? - Isaiah 53:8 * * * * The Starlight’s Hall bar in Kabukicho is one that is regularly frequented by Hati members, though this fact was unknown to all but the owner of the bar, Mizuki Itou, a young man in his mid-twenties who had dropped out of college after failing his examinations. And because the bar was located in underground Shinjuku, Mizuki hears a lot of news and gossip going in and out of his bar, and the man also happens to be one of Yuri Kirisawa’s informants and friends.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s