It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy Novels & Stories

"Why are you hating. He isn't funny at all." "You do know what that means... it means that you are not even close to being funny.." I rolled my eyes, "stop being so jealous Vee, I'm funny and you know it." "Keep dreaming.." Today was the first day we actually were talking freely like this. I suppose it was because we are like in the same room. I laughed, "anyways check page 208 this guy knows his staff.. he has to take the first prize..." She sighed, "okay fine.. AUDACITY takes the first place.. let's..."

"It's only fun because it's you I am staring at. Besides, you seemed to be enjoying all the food we ordered, making you look so adorable that I don't want to take my eyes off of you." "You really have no shame now, do you? How can you say those cheesy lines without batting an eye?" "I am not trying to be cheesy. I am just being honest." "Yeah, yeah," I answered before I averted my eyes away from him and went back to stuffing food into my mouth. Talking to Caesar about things like him being cheesy will only leave me with goosebumps and annoyance, while Caesar will continue to act as if he said nothing completely embarrassing. This guy just doesn't give a fuck anymore.

In an instant, the livestream and the room were flooded with voices cursing me. The barrage of comments on the screen blurred in front of my eyes. Even without reading carefully, I could tell they were filled with harsh insults. The more they cursed me, the more pleased Zoey seemed to become, her smile growing wider with every word. "Who gets infected with so many STDs? I don't think I need to explain that. You're trying to shift the blame onto me just to distract everyone, aren't you?" Zoey perfectly played the role of the victim, her expression one of such distress that both the people in the restaurant and the livestream viewers couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

“And what are you then? Her savior? Oh please, don’t make me laugh. Everyone knows your secret. You are not better than me. You don’t keep women. You use them and toss them aside like trash.” Gasps erupted from the pack wolves in the distance. No one spoke to the Chairman that way. But Damian didn’t falter. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the space between him and Ethan until dominance poured off him in waves. My knees threatened to give way under the sheer force of it. “You’re right,” Damian said calmly. “I never keep women.” His eyes cut to me, dark and burning. “Until I met her.” The world stopped. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.

When I returned to the manor, the security level was increased. Xavier must have realized there was no way I would continue to stomach the humiliation and settle for being a sitting duck. To prevent me from going completely insane, he performed an unusually noble gesture. He had allowed Annie to send me a gift to console me. It was a ragdoll cat Annie had raised since the cat was a kitten. The cat was named Rosy, which probably originated as a joke at her twin sister Rosalia.

Slade said, puffing out smoke. “You’re incredible, all of you. I mean just, thank you. I don’t even have the words adequately enough to illustrate my gratitude,” I said, sitting up a bit. Corey laughed. “Honey you gotta use small words with us, simple sentences ... we ain’t fancy,” he said, shaking his head. The other two nodded in agreement. “I’m hardly fancy. The secret of being boring is to say everything,” I said, smirking. “Where do you come up with this shit you say? Maybe we gotta spend some time in Pennsylvania. Ohh, that’s where they got those cheesesteaks,” Lukas said, pumping his hands in the air.

she asked as she popped a cheeto into her mouth and licked the dust off her finger. “I have about thirty minutes to kill. I just thought I should check in on you. You decided not to go?” I asked. “Of course I’m going. Baggy t-shirt and old boxer shorts are the latest fashion craze.” I laughed. “But no, despite Sam and Alice’s best efforts, they could not convince me to go eighth them. I am going to spend my evening watching my favorite cheesy movies and stuffing my face with as much food as I can eat. I’m sorry, I am being rude. Do you want any?” she asked and offered me some of her Cheetos.

Why was she buying them? Or rather, whom was she buying them for? To find out, I continued following Donna. They settled down in a café, and I bought a hat, taking a seat at a position behind them. "Donna, you haven't been to the gym lately. You must be craving it!" "Please, Lindsay, do you think I'm like you? You couldn't go a day without a man!" "Wow, so you're making fun of me now!" "Stop it, stop it! That tickles…"

"Mr. Keller Senior, I never meant for this to happen. I'm the Keller family's daughter-in-law. I never intended to hurt Elias or Christopher." Gregory, still clutching his hand in pain, froze. He stared at Mom in disbelief. "Daughter-in-law? What do you mean by 'the Keller family's daughter-in-law?' Selena Ashford, you really did cheat on me!" Caught between shock and fury, he shouted for someone to hit her. Mom shot to her feet and slapped Gregory hard across the face. Cold sweat ran down her face as she growled fiercely, "Shut your mouth! Stop this right now. He's not someone you can afford to mess with!"

When she nodded he smiled, "I like pepperoni." When Nick walked through the door to the office he found Cheyenne and Tate at her desk watching a movie on Netflix with a half-eaten pizza box. Tate's face lit up and Nick looked at the two of them suspiciously. "What's so funny?" He asked Tate who was now giggling a little too much at him. Tate and Cheyenne looked at the other and laughed. "I'm sure we have no clue what you are talking about," Cheyenne said looking up at him winking.