It Sucks Novels & Stories

Make jokes to diffuse the tension? "That was stupid," Julian finally says, his eyes fixed on the road. My chest tightens. "Which part?" "All of it. The game. Davis is an idiot. Me getting a penalty." He pauses. "What we did." "Right. Stupid." The word tastes bitter. "It can't happen again." "Obviously it can't.” I stare out the window, watching streetlights blur past. But even as we say it, I can feel the lie. Because we both know it will happen again. This thing between us, whatever it is, isn't going away just because we want it to.

“Nooo. I don’t want soup. I want ice cream.” “Idiot,” he hissed. “You’ll die faster with ice cream.” Her lips curved again. “See? Angry Aariz is back.” He let out a sharp breath, forcing the spoon to her mouth. “Shut up and eat. I’ll allow your nonsense only because you’re sick.” Timtim obediently sipped, then smiled faintly. “Soup tastes like… like your anger melted in water.” This time, Aariz almost lost his composure. He tightened his jaw, set the bowl aside, and pulled the blanket closer around her.

She didn't want to enjoy his company that much. Pretty pimpled boy? He scoffed. Of all cliché names she could find, but then he was fighting a smile every two minutes, he felt, relaxed. They had a name already, it was an annoying one but he didn't mind. He whistled his way into the kitchen singing aloud "Beautiful by one direction" and took out his lunch from the fridge. He almost jumped out of his skin when Brooke shouted "Harry Potter" out of nowhere "What the hell Brooklyn!!!, I almost had a heart attack" he held a hand to his heart, fake gasping for breath

I suck? Well, I guess I do. Pretty much, indeed. Because if I didn’t, why would I be hurting from words that I formulated for him? I suck so much, and that explains why I have been entertaining these feelings for him. I suck so much, that is why even a disgusting nobody like Leon dumbed me like I was a piece of rotten shit. Yes, I stink pretty much, and that must be the reason why even my only best friend has abandoned me at a time when I need her the most.

" 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑘𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑑 ? 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖�

he said worriedly. "I don't like romantic, cheesy f*cks like Mason. I love my man hard, rough, harsh and clueless, and you fit the bill perfectly well. I love it when you are mean and then blow my mind away. I love the way you pretended like you didn't care, yet your heart was always in your mouth. It kept me guessing, and that made me want you. Mason is too soft for me. Trust me. I will be bored. How many avid admirer words do I need to hear before wanting to strangle myself?" I asked, and we both began to laugh. I held Marcus.

Then he growls, “Mate.” Not figuratively. Literally. I think I flatline. I think I fucking flatline. Fuck my life.

Here I am in this huge, modern apartment, which lacks any home comforts, all on my lonesome. “This hotel sucks,” he sighs down the line, sounding so much huskier than his normal voice, he sounds tired and agitated and as unhappy as I feel. “Are you slumming it in something less than five stars?” I ask giggling. Knowing that would never happen.

the psychologist said. Libia massaged her temples. “No, Dr. Helen, I can’t think of a single good thing. I’d rather hire some thugs to beat him up.” “Miss Musso…” the doctor said, alarmed. “It’s the truth. I want to scream, cry, and throw everything in this room! I’m the stupidest woman in the universe! And you know what? I hate myself more than I hate that awful man. I settle for so little, and I’m tired of this crap. I don’t want to be everyone’s fool anymore.” Libia broke down, sobbing, her cheeks flushed, crying like a newborn.

She smiles. “You guys are the worst you know, I have to live with the man remember.” I grunt and cross my arms in front of me. Farkas’ smirk widens and he slams his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. “She’s cute when she gets mad.” He chuckles and rubs his scent along my side. I’m going to be so fucked when Santiago wakes up and he smells his scent all over my body. I try to get up, but he pushes me down on the couch again. “Sit down.” His voice harsh and a shiver travels up my spine. I push down the nausea that starts to build up and grit my teeth. “Fuck off Farkas.”