It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy Novels & Stories

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.

I didn’t care. “So here’s to getting over you,” I said, and my voice didn’t shake this time. It was clear, sharp, drunk, and honest. “To forget your name when I wake up. To laugh without it hurting. To me…” I tapped my chest with my free hand, “...choosing me for once.” I raised the glass higher. “To moving on". A humorless smile crossed my lips. "To being done. Cheers!” The glass hit my lips before anyone could clink theirs. The whiskey burned going down, hot and fast, and I set the empty glass down on the bar with a crack that made the bartender flinch.

Calvin replied while glancing at Emily briefly. "Watch a movie?" Emily repeated, appearing to think for a moment. Calvin nodded in agreement. "But I don't really feel like watching a movie," Emily confessed with a smile. Calvin pinched Emily's cheek and said, "Okay. As long as I'm with you, I agree to go anywhere." "Cheesy!" Emily teased, laughing. For Emily, Calvin being sweet was already an extraordinary thing. Now, Calvin was making cheesy comments that sounded strange to her. "Why cheesy? I mean it," Calvin responded, feeling a bit doubtful. Indeed, he had only been sweet to Emily in front of their families or other people. It was more of an act.

“Thanks for chatting.” I knew a dismissal when I heard one. I’ve never really liked Chelsea. She had always seemed too fake and snobby. Don't get me wrong, I love looking my best. I’ve got golden hair that reaches in soft waves to the middle of my back, and nice features. I know how to dress so I flatter my body, and my makeup skills are pretty damn great, thanks to youtube. What I am against are people who pretend to be someone they’re not. Chelsea acts like she’s super nice and friendly, but she’s a bitch.

It didn't matter whether Mandy had been sent away or not. Mitchell was here with her on this journey. They were a family. That was enough, and Mandy didn't matter. After Clare left, Sophie surprised Mitchell by saying, "I want to eat lutefisk." "What?" Mitchell was clearly confused. "Lutefisk with Limburger cheese on top," she added. She just craved it all of a sudden, and she wanted to eat it with Limburger cheese—the stinkiest cheese. Since she felt like eating, she just said it out.

How shameless was he? "You're my wife, Serena. I don't have to put up an act with you, which means I can be as unreasonable as I truly am. Besides, they say women don't mean what they say… So this means you want me to stick even more closely to you! Did I get you right?" Jethro said with the sincerity of a smarmy asshole. Women don't mean what they say? Holy shit, where did he get this idea from? The 1950s?!

When I find out my husband is cheating on me, I don't cry. My pride won't let me waste a single tear on a man who isn't worth it. Instead, I crash a stranger's funeral so I can cry my eyes out over someone else's memorial photo. I'm sobbing so hard I'm shaking when the widow suddenly shoves a million-dollar check into my hand. "Take the money and get lost. Don't think you can worm your way into my family just because he's dead." I stare down at the check. Suddenly, being the other woman doesn't seem so bad. At least she gets paid. Meanwhile, I'm the wife who gets cheated on and humiliated, and somehow I'm still the one expected to step aside for the other woman. I'm about to leave whe

She added in a whisper, “But sometimes, the food is so hot. I can’t eat it.” Anger exploded in my chest. Selena, Howard, what on earth did you two do?