Mr Rochelle Idiot Novels & Stories

His lips curled up at the corners but he smartly disguised it as a cough when I narrowed my eyes at him. I ignored him and my mouth took over from there despite the warnings issued by my brain. "Did you know that the name Rochelle means little rock? In other words, little Stone. She literally has you in her name. I wouldn't be surprised if she's planned your wedding in her head." I didn't even know why I was doing this- trying to sabotage our relationship before it even lived a day. All I knew was my insecurities, which I didn't even know existed until today were crawling around me, planting a vice grip around my heart, trying to protect it from getting hurt while at the same time suffocatin

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.

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.

“Now that I have your attention, you can’t keep moping away your life just because your ex-husband is a stupid piss of … Leslie, it’s been seven months!” “I know!” I wailed. Even after seven months, tears still threatened to fill my eyes at the thought of Jeffrey. “Leslie,” Rochelle called, her voice gentling. “Leslie look at me,” she’d walked up to stoop in front of where I sat, and now, she pinched my chin, tilting it upwards. “You’re a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman with a bachelor’s degree in journalism. I’ll be damned if I let you waste away because of Jeffrey.”