Just Another Bitch In Love Novels & Stories

She said she moved on. I drove back to my office. I guess I'm not destined for a love life. I don’t want to see her face ever again. But my damn heart is with her. I love her. But she is not worth it. I went home late in the night and she was sleeping like a baby with that innocent face. How can this innocent girl cheat on me? She knows that I was about to have a love marriage. But she never said that she was in love either. With her behavior, I thought she wholeheartedly accepted this marriage and is now trying to pull me into this marriage too. She was all lovey-dovey to me. She teases me with god damn songs that I have never heard of. She never denied my touches. SHE IS A TOTAL BITCH. Loo

“Yes. And that’s why we’re fighting and why you’re rubbing my head when you know I love that. Don’t you think I can feel the difference between when you do it because you want to, and when you do it to make me your bitch?” She jumped off the bed, heading for her things in the living room. “You are my bitch and you don’t even know it! Do you know how many guys can get it up five times in a few hours over the age of twenty-five, wearing a fucking condom? None!” He followed her into the living room and watched her yank her black dress and high heels on, shoving her panties and bra into her purse as she continued, “You want this, and you want it bad. So don’t tell me you don’t want anything seri

I cut in, raising my hands to hold Shelly's wrists before lowering her palms from my face. "Uh huh. Then tell me, do you love her?" Shelly asked, forcefully pulling her hands from my grip after lowering it down my face. "Well, I think I do..." I answered in a low voice and paused, trying to notice Shelly's reaction or facial expression. Visibly, she wasn't pleased on hearing my response. Infact, I knew she was annoyed and somewhat jealous - judging by the heaving of her chest which gradually increased tempo with every breath she drew.

I don't love her Bianca ,it's you I Love and I want you just to be here with me and for our family to be complete. "You don't know how much I had wished that I had gone with hot guys but then something keeps stopping me. "you make mere promises when you jist come join us ,well I don't have much to say ,but all I know is that kill yourself and join us "

She saw how they practically fell in love at first sight back then and there was no telling how fiery their love would become in this life. Alicia laughed inwardly in dismal bitterness. Though the thought of Ivan and Patricia becoming a couple made her want to vomit, she found herself more revolting. She was trying to rip their fated love in this situation. It was pathetic, she was pathetic. And what was she doing now? Even lowly animals who had experienced death would avoid everything that was the cause of their death at all cost, yet, here she was, following the same terrible road she once walked down in.

If only you knew how much more than just another model you truly are. THE END <3 Stay tuned for 3rd story JUST ANOTHER NOTCH ANA AND WILLIAM

"Shut the f*k up bitch and let's get this done with." Xoxo

“Yes. And that’s why we’re fighting and why you’re rubbing my head when you know I love that. Don’t you think I can feel the difference from when you do it because you want to, and when you do it to make me your bitch?” She jumped off the bed, heading for her things in the living room. “You are my bitch and you don’t even know it! Do you know how many guys can get it up five times in a few hours over the age of twenty five, wearing a fucking condom? None!” He followed her into the living room and watched her yank her black dress and high heels on, shoving her panties and bra into her purse as she continued, “You want this, and you want it bad. So don’t tell me you don’t want anything serious

Love, Anna

Lupita closed earlier, I try to open the door twice and the key gets in the way in my hands, if I was less of a weird guy, less clumsy, I wouldn’t lose her to a little office asshole, the only woman I was able to love in life. I enter roaring and lean on the door. I wander by the pool table, I put Beyonce on the jukebox talking about hurt love, Me, myself and I. Fuck if it’s a woman singing, I know it’s chick music, that how I feel, like a little girl crying because of the disappointment of the first love. I sit on the stool, from the other side of the counter, I get a bottle of whiskey, one of gin and tequila, three bottles stare open at me.