Miss U So Bad Novels & Stories

There was no love left in me for her, she only made my cock hard. “I’m so mad at you right now. You allowed this bullshit to ruin what we had. You could have confronted me but you took a bitchy route around this whole situation by ghosting me instead of confronting me like a real man. You believed the same bitch... the same bitch that participated in tricking me to come to this country and I was almost turned to a fucking prostitute because of her! You’re an asshole, Jason.”

He suddenly stood up, looking at her seriously. "N-no, but…" she stammered awkwardly. - And if all the people in the world decided to say that I'm an idiot just because I like music, would you believe it? He raised an eyebrow, clearly already knowing the answer. - Of course not! – Missy exhaled, frustrated – Don't you understand? No one would ever say things like that to you or her, but... I'm not like you. – she sighed, her head down – I will never be confident or amazing like you. I know I am...

He stayed curled up under the covers, trembling like a tiny quail, his hands clamped over his mouth to muffle his sobs. A tidal wave of hatred and despair crashed over me. 'Why is Bill so irresponsible? Why does my baby have to suffer like this?' But I was dead—powerless. 'Luca, it's all my fault. Mommy failed you.'

One message. Shit.

Shit. This isn't going to be good.

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us good in bed Yeah, we don't know how to talk (Mm) But damn, we know how to fuck I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed Please Come take it out on me, me, me, me, me I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us

Raven I’m sprawled across my bed with a tube of Pringles balanced on my stomach when my phone buzzes. Anaya’s name flashes across the screen. “Hey,” I answer, crunching loudly into the phone. “Are you eating?” “Pringles. Want some?” “I’m in Florida, genius. I can’t reach through the phone.” I laugh and pop another chip in my mouth. The salt and sour cream flavor coat my tongue. “So guess what?” I say. “Roman and Vivienne had a huge fight. She called off the engagement.”

"I just wish I knew what I did wrong. I miss my best friend so much. Without him around, it's like having coffee without sugar—bitter." "That's a nice comparison. How about me? When I'm not around, how does it feel?" I frowned at his question. I thought of what to say. "I guess my days would be like a pickle without vinegar," I replied. "Why the vinegar? I take a bath twice a day, I never smelled even once in my life. Even my fart smells like perfume," he complained, raising his voice because he got offended. "Silly, I said it's like a pickle without vinegar. I didn't say you're the vinegar yourself. Oh, gosh!" He made me slap my forehead out of frustration. He got mad without even waiting f

Eating breakfast alone makes me sad too. My parents were still asleep in their room and the dawn was almost breaking when I got outside of our house. I don't drive, so I usually ride the bus going to school which is a two-hour trip, excluding the traffic. Totally sucks! I am so grateful to the one who invented music because I would literally die of boredom without it, even though I only listen to one band which is the Mayday Parade -- an American rock band from Florida that I had discovered because of my deceased brother - Zon.

Cause that will make me feel better. I know I look weird crying over someone who always annoyed the hell out of me over a sentence that says ‘I don’t like you anymore and I will leave you alone’ if he said that few months ago I will be damn happy, but now I feel hurt hearing that coming out from his mouth. What’s wrong with me?