Novel & Cerita It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy

She's your safest fallback. [Once your name's on that condo, she won't be able to do anything.] [Don't bet everything on one person.] Tyler: [I know, Dad. Don't worry. She's gullible. She believes whatever I say. Just yesterday, I got her bank card PIN out of her.] 'His safest fallback.' 'Gullible.' What a joke.

Her easy smile and also the easy way she drops F-bombs actually put me at ease. I find myself liking this badass granny, even if she’s firmly on the side of the baddies. She’s not on my side, at least, so that makes her a baddy. I guess. I bite down on the pizza, chewing slowly. The cheesy, meaty goodness explodes in my mouth, and I nearly let out a groan. I have no idea how long I was out, but I’m absolutely starving.

“Guess the two of you have been conspiring.” Her father’s mouth curved into a rare smile. “Smart wolf.” From across the way, Cheyenne cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “See? Told you I’m basically a fortune cookie, but hotter.” Tora groaned, smacking her forehead. “Please don’t encourage her. She’s already impossible to live with.” “Excuse me?” Cheyenne gasped, pretending to be wounded. Gunner slid an arm around her waist, muttering something about how he liked her impossible.

“Cheers to that. Peace tastes a hell of a lot better than blood.” Collin arched a brow, swirling his drink with that unusual bored grace. “Let’s not get too comfortable. Peace doesn’t last forever.” “Oh, let us pretend for one damn night, Your Grumpy Highness,” Cheyenne replied, bumping her shoulder against Gunner’s. “We’ve earned it.” A round of cheers followed, some enthusiastic, some half-drunk, and baby Darian babbled in happy agreement as Chelsea kissed the top of his fuzzy head.

"The woman who shamelessly chased after me, begged me to date her, to marry her—wasn't that you? Cut the act. I know exactly what you're doing. You think playing hard to get will make me come crawling back? Let me tell you something—without me, you're nothing." I smiled. "You should know better than anyone," I said calmly, "that I don't give up easily. Otherwise, I never would have won you over in the first place." I met his gaze, unshaken. "And that same determination? It means I'll be just fine without you." For the first time, he had no response. His face darkened, muscles tensing with barely concealed anger. Because he knew I was right. Because he knew that I was someone who, once I set

Tears are now free from shame 'cause there's no presence of an audience, I could cry. As much as I wanted to dwell on sadness, a desirable smell ruined my alone time. I drooled, and my eye color changed as well. Unconsciously, I gritted my teeth- fantasizing my prey is about to get into my precious big mouth. There was no time to think twice, so I went and look for the smell. Even without looking, I know it is my prey. I continued to look for it by following the smell. To get into a faster mode, I shifted.

In it, Selena was crying as she yelled at Howard, “Because of you, I lost my home, my daughter, and my reputation!” Howard also broke down and shouted right back, “Because of you, I offended my childhood friend!” A housewife shot back coolly, “Stop arguing. One of you lost a daughter, and the other lost a friend. None of you is worse off.” The video went viral in the neighborhood’s group chat again. I did not play it again after watching it once. I no longer cared about them. I was instead busy with looking for a new kindergarten for Dolce, learning how to cook her favorite beefy tomato risotto, and reading a picture book with her every night.

Instead, I went straight to the computer connected to the screen, logged into my account, and uploaded a video. Then, I hit play. Yes, I had screen-recorded it that day. Rachel's smug face immediately filled the screen; her grin dripped with arrogance. Her voice rang out, echoing throughout the silent hall. "The groom's pretty great too. I tried him out for you as well." "Where's Jeremy?" "Oh, Mr. Stone is working late, of course. He's very busy." "Rachel, come help me with my back." "You're just trying to trick me into showering with you, you naughty man."

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

I lay face down in the snow, my stomach cramping so badly that I couldn't straighten up. My body hurt, but what cut deeper was the chill in my heart. Owen Schultz stood protectively in front of Sandy Hatfield, his voice dripping with disgust. "Brooke Greer, can you stop being such a buzzkill? Sandy was just teaching me how to switch edges, and she got a little carried away. You're the one with a weak body who insisted on coming to the slopes, and now you're here faking an injury and playing the victim. Get up already. Don't embarrass us."