Novel & Cerita It Movie Loser Club

MARIO's POV (2brother) Our kitten has went through so much, i feel so guilty that i was never able to protect her, we all were devastated when she left or was kidnapped. Mom used to cry so much, dad went to all ballistic mode, Lorenzo got himself into business, twins went into bad boy mode, Anthony started street racing, Grayson shut himself in his room and did god knows what and i was trying to be sane for everyone but already everyone went into dark mode , Our cousins,grandpa, grandma , uncles, aunts all love Klara a lot, everyone was devastated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a quick clarification before we proceed. As per the rules of the Miss Goddess Beauty contest, all participants must have a mate. Our winner, Aurora has listed a mate in her entry form, but we need confirmation. Aurora, can you please introduce your mate to the audience?, will should meet the Crown of our Queen. The hall fell into an expectant silence. My chest tightened as I gripped the trophy in my hands, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. My gaze darted toward Raymond, who stood beside Liliana, his arm casually draped around her waist. In front of the pack, Raymond and I were just best friends. He made sure of that. No one knew what happened behind closed d

Mr and Mrs Clifford were very rich and owned a company in the town, they were quite popular for hair wealth and philanthropy. But Melanie didn't always have a good time in school as students always picked on her and called her a mentally retarded patient as she sometimes threw a tantrum when provoked. One day, she was been picked on by some students while waiting outside for either her father or mother to come pick her up. "There she is, the mentally retarded patient!" One of the students yelled and they all burst into laughter. Melanie looked away. "I bet she can't remember all our names by tomorrow, she keeps forgetting" another said throwing a stick at her.

“I want to ruin him. Strip him of everything he thinks defines him. His name. His power. His control over people. I want him to feel small in a world he believes he owns.” My chest rose and fell unevenly. “He thinks he’s untouchable,” Zane added, a cold edge slipping into his tone. “But men like Kennedy always forget one thing… they are only powerful until someone decides they are not.” I swallowed hard. “I want that too,” I admitted quietly, my voice trembling with emotion. “I want him to suffer. All of them… Brenda, Fiona, Leonard… Everyone who watched me break and call it entertainment.” My fingers curled into the sheets.

They call me the prettiest bitch in Baltimore for a reason. This back room club doesn’t have a name on the door. We just call it Lose and Get Fucked. I come here every weekend. Win big, walk out with stacks of cash. Lose… and I leave limping, sore in all the right places, body humming from being used exactly how I like. “And after I’m done,” he added, lips brushing my earlobe, “Vito and Marco take over. Any style they want.” I frowned, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “That wasn’t the deal…”

"I was thinking, that we could watch something together, we can make a video chat, and we don't have to turn on our cameras if you have a problem with that. What do you think?" I was so stunned, that I can't speak so I hang up. I know it is rude to him, but I am not sure about that. Even though we chat for like a month, we exchanged the numbers yesterday, it's so soon. He tries to call me again, but I can't pick up the call. Is it a date? Should we turn on the cameras? Do I want that? I just wanted help from someone who also lost parents and knows a thing or two about grief. So 6 months ago I joined an online chat room and started chatting with other people. And after 4 months Blake joined t

Claxton? Isabella looked flustered for a while. She kept tugging on Mitchell's hem as she replied, with bright, sparkling eyes, "Mitchie and I used to be lovers. As of now, we're still dating each other." The reporters seemed to be even more interested in gossip than anything else, and they pounced on the information like a pack of hungry hyenas. I chuckled and shifted my gaze elsewhere. I was going to leave this city behind with absolutely no regrets. Before taking off, Altair contacted me, asking me how he should go about handling the plagiarism allegations.

They talked about the latest merger cases, the new trends in immigration policy, and who would make partner next year. Every word felt distant from me. For the past five years, my world had been precisely confined to this space of just a few hundred square feet. As I was chopping vegetables, the living room erupted with the raucous sounds of a game of Truth or Dare. "Ms. Payne, it's your turn! Truth or dare?" "Truth," Lydia replied, her voice as steady as ever. Someone intentionally spoke in a drawn-out manner. "Of everyone here, who would you call your best partner?"

Not of being exposed. Of losing him.