Mha Cringe Novels & Stories

Linda chided. "Alright, you don't want to be consumed by nonsense news like this," Sarah added. "Hey, even if this news is nonsense. I think Mr. Gery would agree that Cheryl is more glamorous, unlike Eve. Just look at her makeup; it's ghetto; it doesn't reflect that she's the future wife of a famous CEO," Valerie sneered. "Who are you to judge someone like that?!" Sarah grumbled.

4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} Lectures started the week after. It was a tough week. I mean I had my first class in 700 capacity hall and the students were over 1000. I stood throughout the freaking two-hour class and I didn't hear a thing. The lecturer wasn't even trying to raise his voice and since I was at the back which was annoyingly noisy, I couldn't hear a thing. I was so frustrated that I wanted to cry.

I clicked on the most eye catching. 'Ola Smith having a mental breakdown at her company's party because of her ex-boyfriend, Phillip Folorunsho?' The beautiful model and managing director of OLAD company spotted unconscious but muttering a name called 'Phillip' which is the name of her ex-boyfriend. Could it be because of him she's having a mental breakdown? Watch video below I clicked on the video and it looked really bad. I can't believe I did that! I felt embarrassed, millions of people already watched that!

I hurriedly wiped my tears with the back of my hand. “You heard it yourself. I failed. I have to repeat. You must be ashamed to have a Luna as pathetic as me.” He walked toward me, his pace calm but full of authority. “Cole.” “I really don’t deserve to be here. I’m nothing compared to my classmates. They all passed only I failed. Do you know what that means? They’re going to laugh at me even harder.” He stopped right in front of me. His body towered over me, his Alpha aura so strong it made it hard to breathe.

I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’ve been feeling so sick. Really sick.” Her tone instantly switched to full doctor mode. “Talk to me. Symptoms?” “Tired all the time. Nauseous. Throwing up for days. My body… it doesn’t feel like mine anymore.” I swallowed hard, fighting another wave of nausea. “And I… I think I missed my period. By a lot.” Silence stretched for two heartbeats. “Get your ass to the hospital right now,” Mia ordered.

I inquired, sitting up straight and leaving my slouched position. "Let's start with why you don't feel like eating." He purposed. I grimaced on hearing the word "eating.", That's how worse it is. "Well, there's nothing really there, just that I haven't been feeling like eating." I replied, sliding a quick glance at the television, a video featuring a tweak video was currently playing. I want to tweak so bad right now. Wait, you know I can dance, right? I guess not, well, I can dance.

Amanda raged in a fit of frenzy. "I'd rather die than being a monster!!!" "It's only a little cut. It will heal in a few weeks." He quickly replied, managed to make a convincing tone. "A little cut?! Who do you think you're fooling? It will leave an ugly scar!!!" Amanda shouted again, and suddenly her voice dropped. "I'm ugly, my God! I'm ugly..." She shook violently in the realization of her own words. "I cannot live like this. I'd rather die..."

She was so uncomfortable to the point where she'd prefer to hide in her cottage and read about it on the internet. She was brooding, drowned in overthinking. She suddenly snapped back into the reality that she was dating an international super celebrity, she was way in over her head for thinking that it could last forever. The more she thought about it, the worst it gets. Up to the point where it was hurting her head, her stomach twisted and she was crying.

Two more groups presented and the next group was "Anna Peterson and Harry Pace!" Kavinsky and Kaylee cheered them up more than everyone as they moved forward. "What we have here, is just to explain the concept of gravity...", Anna started and when she was done, Harry picked it up from where she left it and continued. After they were done, they presented again with their project, to show how it works. "A C4!", the teacher shouted again and they went back to their seats. It was a common project he had seen over the years, so he was not that impressed.

Each anonymous comment was accompanied by a clear IP address, along with the employee's verified real name and work ID. The entire conference room fell into a stunned silence. The 20-plus moms in black seemed frozen in place. Their expressions shifted from defiance to shock, confusion, and finally, sheer terror. For any of them, 500 thousand dollars was an astronomical sum capable of crushing an entire household. "T-This can't be real…" a young mom muttered, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. "A-All I did was jump on the bandwagon and wrote, 'The teachers are unprofessional.' I have to pay 500 thousand now?"