Mr Rochelle Idiot Novels & Stories

I said curtly, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Roy checked his phone immediately, a broad, satisfied grin spreading across his face. He looked smug, clearly pleased with himself for manipulating his way back into my digital life. Moments later, a notification chimed. A message from Roy. “Don’t block me again, okay?” I scoffed inwardly, wondering what game he was playing with such sweetness. I chose to ignore it, fixing him with a cold stare as I demanded the contact info for the proxy. "Just send me the person's contact already!" I ordered firmly.

She was a petite Hispanic woman, maybe 5' 3", with long flowing chestnut hair and full sleeve tattoos. "Hey! I recognize those two! That's Dream and Killah! And that's Jarome and Millionz! Jayden loves their music!" Rochelle blurted as she suddenly stopped in surprise. Ben and Trish stopped to look back just as a finely dressed man turned and bumped into Rochelle. He caught himself and apologized. "I- I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!" he said, looking into Rochelle's eyes. Rochelle was frozen, trapped by the man's hazel eyes. She seemed to finally snap out of her daze. "It's ok. I'm good," she said softly.

But there were adorable for sure. At this point, I was beginning to see a pattern here. I was anticipating the next chance encounter with another nursing mother when we stopped in front of an apartment and knocked on the door. Finally, it felt like we were getting our mission started. The door opened and behind it was the most punchable face known in all existence, my insufferable cousin Glenn. I couldn’t believe she would do this to me. It was pretty clear what she was trying to do at this point; inundate me with the joys of familial habitation, but did she think my childhood bully was the right person to do that job?

And fuck me, I’m referring to me and my dick as an us. “It’s nearly ten at night, shithead, not morning,” Cade countered. “Who’s this?” he asked, jerking his head in her direction. “Caden, Vance, Jackson,” I pointed at each one as I spoke, not even sure if she watched us or the ground, which was obviously much more interesting, “This is—” I paused. Still didn’t know her name. “Bai—Rochelle,” she stuttered. “My name is Rochelle.”

/You should know their names/ Alba snarled in irritation. Rhett watched the hustle and bustle of students around the bonfire before quietly answering. “Yeah it has picked up a bit. Rochelle is now being accused of stirring up all the anger against Kate, how unfair it was she didn’t get a proper hearing. The way Rochelle didn’t help her when she broke her leg. It’s pretty damning.” “They’re like a herd of sheep jumping from one thing to the next,” I tutted, “they don’t have a single thought for themselves.”

I told him. “What do you mean?” he asked, obviously confused. “He found his mate,” I announced happily. “Did he really?” I nodded. “Who is it?” “Jill.” “Jill?” Alek hissed as his eyes narrowed to points. “As in Charlene’s daughter, Jill?” “The one and the same.” “Oh, I’m going to help Preston remove Landon’s dick,” both brothers said, making Storm and I laugh. “Oh, stop it! It’s going to be fine. Now, kindly fuck off so I can go put this princess dress that Storm picked out for me,” I ordered.

I just wonder if you'd give me the opportunity. Chrisoph clinked glasses with me. "I admire your way of handling things, especially in dealing with bullies." "Here's to a great partnership!" From Christoph's meaningful gaze, I understood that he knew I was about to teach Jenny a lesson. … In a way, it was a blessing in disguise. Jenny's scheme had led Christoph to notice me. Due to her schemes, I was able to bring her down successfully. The hidden camera outside her hotel room recorded everything that night. A total of 20 men knocked on her door. Even more shocking, one of them was a well-known director.

He was feeling like a complete idiot at that time. Rick walked up to Rodger and said "So, you came here to kill me, did you? What have I ever done to you to make you take such action against me?" Rodger almost spat at Rick before saying "You are the reason my friend Robin Wright is in prison! You are also the reason I and my business associates are loosing money hand over fist the world over! You deserve nothing less than death!"

I glanced at my husband under my lashes, his hands clenched to his sides as he straightened his back. "You don't need permission to speak your mind out." Russo told me. "What if Angelo got inspired to do what he did to me? I mean your momma is missing. Maybe that stalker..." I trailed off, watching them, I swallowed hard. They appeared to be lost in deep thoughts. Russo jaw locked, his expression turned menacing. "I'll look into it personally." Igor said. It was only Igor who seemed to believe in me. He didn't even know me. "Thank you." I said, waiting for them to continue.

“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.”