Movie Scorned Novels & Stories

I told her with an evil smile. “I hear you’re getting married to an old man, is that who you divorced my brother for?” She asked, looking at me disdainfully. “Better than your marriage to that abusive husband of yours.” “Watch your mouth!” She snapped. “You watch your mouth!” I said back and I caught a glimpse of the surprise in her eyes. “You must think you’re somebody now.” She said to me, bitterly. “Yes. I am Imelda Del Monte and intended bride to Easton Grant.”

He thanked her as they walked away. “You're welcome.” She replied with a big smile. They had only walked about ten miles away from where they got the fruits when Scott suddenly,unknowingly, stumbled on a trap and fell into a very deep pit, hitting his head as he fell and he passed out.

"If you are not so beautiful, I don't think it is anything to be shy of, I promise not to judge you. Except if you're as ugly..." Mariam spun towards him. "Ugly?! What do you think of yourself? I have more suitors coming for me than the sands of the desert!" She snapped. "Not ugly? Then shy. Disformed, or maybe..." "Disformed?! You...!" "Or not?" Mariam ripped off the cloth that covered the lower part of her face and she charged at him. "There! Look! And be satisfied because I promise you that you will never be this privileged ever again!"

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

My hand looked bare, vulnerable, and pale under the harsh lights. "Ah," he breathed, a new, sharper kind of malice dancing in his eyes. "I see. Where is he, Avina? Where is the 'lover' you were so keen to throw your life away for? Did he abandon you the moment he saw the blood on your hands? Did he realize that a Drene girl isn't worth a scandal this big?" He leaned forward, his shadow stretching across the table until it touched me. The smell of his cologne was suffocating now, a reminder of every night I’d spent suffocating in his house.

“You’ve gone too far.” Renata sneered, unwilling to back down. “You’re defending her?” She spat the words like venom. “I’ve heard rumors about you, Scarlett. Everyone knows you’ve got a thing for Mr. Corleone. Didn’t you hear him just now? Are you deaf?” Scarlett flinched as Renata’s words lashed out like a whip. “He called that trash his fiancée! Do you see what I mean? That’s what happens when you let someone like her stick around. She’ll steal the man you—”

Leigner was so overwhelming for him, not because of anything but because he was scared and confused about how to tell his dad the news. Obviously, he would be shocked and very sad. Being betrayed by one's friends is a kind of wound that does not heal quickly. It's different when it's a criminal you don't even recognize. At least there is no heart connection. "Mark, what would you like to order?" "No need. I'm already full just watching you eat," Mark replied casually. Aileen scowled. Mark made her feel so shameless. She could eat two portions under such circumstances, while his partner didn't. Damn it!

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.

I placed my hands against the podium, my breath shallow, flashing the crowd a smile. I was at the pinnacle of it all. It was supposed to be a dream come true for most people, but not me. This was a nightmare. Imagine falling back into the flames you escaped, only to find freedom to be normal. But after what happened, after what they did to me... I would gladly walk through the shadows of death itself just so I could get a chance to give Blair and Lydia a taste of their own medicine. "Good day everyone, I am Nicole Valmont. The heiress of the Valmont empire." I took a deep breath, feeling the bile rising up inside my throat.

, Scar scrunched up her nose in distaste, and I frowned looking down at the blouse I was clutching unconsciously, my face contorted into a frown as I threw it back in the basket before looking at her with a blank face and started to laugh. "Damn, you look sexy", I commented as Scar stepped out in a maroon mini dress with a cropped leather jacket, and made cringe actions to her. She rolled her eyes chuckling, and I bit my lip raising my brows. She blushed in embarrassment as a lady passed by, giving us disapproving stares and I clutched my stomach wheezing. "This is so unladylike, young missy", I paused my laughing and turned my head to look at the lady who looked at us with a freaking glare.