Mr Rochelle Idiot Novels & Stories

Rochelle said trying to console me. “ sometimes, I wish I had your simple life and genuine idea that everyone is good but you must have forgotten whose daughter I am, my family don’t announce jokes” I said resting my head on her shoulder “ I’m so sorry.” She said again, patting my back “Don’t be, I will find a way. If my plans didn’t flop, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” “ V, maybe you should just give him a chance, he looks pretty decent.” Rochelle says

"With her dirty attitude back in high school." "And you are?" Vanessa looked at Rochelle like the latter was trash. Rochelle moved forward, all happy to introduce herself, "Rochelle Bannock, you stupid bully of a disgusting bitch!" Vanessa's eyes flashed as recognition set in, her lips tightened, "so the Fat-Rodent can finally afford good clothes and lose all that terrible weight."

They were all bad people. I stopped just behind Rochelle and I snagged her microphone and interrupted Madame Browne's speech. “Don't listen to her everyone, this… this is all a setup. My husband would never do such. He is a good person and they are all trying to ruin his reputation but they won't be given any changes becaus—” I was hurling into the microphone when Rochelle tried to snap the microphone back but I wouldn't budge.

Rochelle spoke. “And it’s all thanks to Mia.” Branson spoke smiling at me. I blushed. “Oh, no, we all contributed.” “No. We were definitely planning a train wreck until you showed up.” Rochelle spoke. “And you know, I never admit when I’m wrong.” “Trust me, we know.” Branson spoke. Rochelle tossed a pickle at him and he promptly dodged it letting out a laugh. “I’m gonna go grab a cookie, you guys want anything?” Rochelle asked as she stood up.

It was a fit man in his mid-fifties. Westin looked at Kayson angrily and said, “Master Rocher, this guy beat up my son two days ago, and now he said he’s going to wipe out the entire Sully family!” Master Rocher lifted his eyebrows and snorted coldly, “What a cocky brat. Well, I guess that is what people always say. The ignorants are always fearless.” Chance asked, “Can you beat him, Master Rocher? I heard that he defeated Jairo too.”

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

The next morning, I had woken up to an empty bed, I had slept too much to even realize that he had left. I rushed downstairs, Rachel sat on the couch, watching Television, that was rather awkward, she hardly ever sits to watch anything and here she was so early in the morning face first to the TV. “What’s going on?” I asked, raising a brow at her. “What do you mean?” She asked back “I’m watching TV” she added almost angrily. “You never watch TV” I pointed out. “I might as well start…stocks in the company have started plummeting and my friends no longer want to hang out with me” she said, acting like a child whose friends abandoned her.

she said even more mockingly and I forced a smile. “Yeah, he knows but he promised to be patient with me” I lied just to get back at her and make her get all worked up and all the frown lines on her face deepened on hearing me say that. “Oh really, he said that” she said, her voice sounding higher as she tried to mask her jealousy and I nodded. “And yet I wonder, Mrs Rover … how a man of high calibre like Mr Rover married a woman who doesn't even know how to use a laptop. Isn't love so mysterious?’ she asked and my smile vanished.

From her personality, she looks like a rich girl. "My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any names. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector. Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.