Never Go Full Retard Novels & Stories

Take note he looks like a gangster too. [Smirk] She's not cute. I think she looks retarded. Trying to be good but she’s the one who cursed in front of the church. Everyone laughs on what he say. This is crazy, I feel attacked. I hate the guts of this man. How dare him say something like that. I rolled my eyes and because I am Akesha I will never be defeated. [Glare] I’m not retarded. Gangster, you seem more like a retard to me.

I remind them “Sometimes we keep running away from our mistakes but facing it just gives us a higher chance at knowing the consequences and that'll teach you not to do the same thing again” I say while they looked deep in thought and then, I'm suddenly reminded that I'm supposed to be at work a few hours ago “I have to go” I tell them scrolling through my phone to find any message from my assistant “You work on Weekends?” Penelope sneered

“Why don't I believe you?” I let out a sarcastic huff. “I don't care. Now turn back and continue what you're doing. You're stalling. The faster you are in what you are doing, the earlier I get to retire to my room.” “Alright ma'am,” he rolls his eyes and turns around to continue what he was busy with, leaving me alone.

can i live in nd act like i had nothing to do with it. "i'm sorry sir, i don't think that's an offer i can take" i respond slowly not knowing what the consequences of my words might be. "i'm sorry nikita but there's no going back,i thought you were a smart kid and had potential but i think i'm wrong about it . as do now, i know you aren't that dumb. you know how the thing work satou just can't walk right if this anyway and anyhow you want to… something must be done.

Above any human race. But remember. Enjoy your work. Your team effort, if any. Celebrate every moment of sport. Each attempt is a victory that unfolds. Each attempt is a victory that unfolds. Amen. Come now gain. Come now refrain from pain. Do not insult self. Self hears. Your negativity said to the self or the other who insults. Lowers your worth. Shortens your life. Any insult. So walk safe. Talk to safe. You grow safe. You grow that’s safe. That’s your life place. Amen.

I said calmly, my voice laced with genuine apology. "Ah, we're used to that from you!" someone in the crowd quipped, prompting a burst of laughter at my expense. I shot back, "Yeah, that's because I'm an ass!" - a retort that only seemed to amuse them further. Realizing I'd said too much, I hastily grabbed my jacket from the bartender's counter and made a swift exit, slamming the wooden door behind me. The door's cheerful Christmas bell above it seemed jarringly out of place as I emerged into the bright sunlight, which hit me like a slap in the face.

(Note the sarcasm please) "Please let us go." I muttered in a begging tone. At times like these, first you gotta try the pitiful tactic, and if that doesn't work, you gotta use the crotch-kicking tactic. And even if that doesn't work, you gotta do what you gotta do to save your one and only life; that is, throw all your heavy possessions at the perpetrators(including any additional burdens like a drunk dude by my side) and run like your ass is on fire.

. I lean back and lay my head on the backrest. “To be so young again,” he says thoughtfully. - Looks like it was yesterday. Why, how old could he be? Nineteen years can't be that long for him. Ten years older than me? Maybe twelve? "Tell me, would you do anything differently if you could go back in time?" I ask. A little awkwardly he smiles tight and looks at me, his eyes serious. “I'll tell you something… a little bit of advice, okay? I pay attention, looking straight into his eyes without looking away. “Start full steam ahead,” he says. There is? He must see the confusion on my face, because he continues, “Time goes by in the blink of an eye,” he explains. “And fear gives you the excuses y

A former colleague who had been sidelined along with me by our former colleagues years ago gently tugged on my sleeve and said in a low voice, "Please help us out, Jason. The factory manager will cancel our bonus this month and penalize us with a fine if we can't find the provisions." I looked at his pleading expression and turned to look at Simon's annoying face. My subsequent silence frustrated Simon, and he got impatient. "What's this, Jason? Now that you've made it, you're starting to look down on your former colleagues?" He got increasingly loud, "Don't forget who helped you become the person you are today. You can't turn your back on us by being an ungrateful b*stard!"

“I mean, the drama! The betrayal! I live for it.” “We’re going back,” he said, voice low and deadly. I blinked. “Back? What do you mean back?” Don't tell me he's canceling our retreat because of a silly bird? “I can’t show up looking like a damn biohazard. Look at me. I’ve been shit on. Literally.” He answered, picking up a tissue. “Okay, okay, okay, but like—are we talking back to the house, or back to the 18th century where men fought duels over bird-related offenses?” I grinned sheepishly.