Never Go Full Retard Novels & Stories

Did my words go too far? "Hey, don't be angry. I don't mean anything, I myself use skin care to take care of my skin and my good looks. I'm sorry if you feel bad after hearing what I said earlier. Okay?" “Shut up, go quickly, aren't you ready for a staycation? If not, we should just practice because my legs are much better now," said Brian.

Umma spat "Woman know how to talk to me before I do something we both will regret" "What is left to regret about. I don't think I have anything to regret in my life now, because Allah have given me anything I will ever need in this life. And let me tell you something you don't know. You see all this you're fighting for I promise you one day you will regret it. I don't even know the kind of human being you are, so selfish and self centered" "You're wasting my time, you know you have option, but if you think you leaving is the best then leave and don't turn back because if you do"

No more of those annoying toxic positivity. "Please listen to what I'm about to say," I sit up straight and narrow my eyes at him, "I will never, even in your wildest dream, have sex with you, ever again. You can go back to your city, fuck those ghosts of your ex-wife, and never come back here. Because there is no way, under any circumstances, I'm gonna stupidly spread my legs for you again." I stand up and point a finger towards him, "Never. Remember that."

“Bullshit! I need to get out of here!” He sarcastically said, "Later baby," and shook her thigh, which was hugging his waist, but she did not move. She cinched it even tighter. "Don't bother me any longer, Ms. Trunt; you'll regret it later. You probably don't want to put yourself in this situation and claim you until you are unable to walk.”

“WAKE UP !! It’s your first day at school you cant be late”. ,”arrrrgghhh uncle you don’t have to shout like that “ Shouting he’s always shouting he shouts when he watches a football game, shouts when he doesn’t need to be heard

Lorenzo brushed a hand on his face before sinking to the floor beside me. “You know, you really need to keep your mouth in check. That retard is very unpredictable.” He announced, and it took all in me not to scoff at him. A retard calling out another was just about one of the most classic things I have ever experienced in my whole entire life. “Can’t help it.” I threw the wrapping away like I was throwing a basketball into its court. “Some things are just too crazy to turn a blind eye to.” I hugged my knees and then hurried my head on the crevice of my legs, making sure my head was turned away from him.

You'll regret it when you're 80," he kept telling me. -Wasn't it at 50? -I questioned. -You'll regret it at 20, at 30, at 40, at 50 and you'll regret it all your life, Camila Clear. Just watch what I say. I got sad. I knew I would regret it. Just then a text message arrived on my cell phone, I checked it half-heartedly and stood stunned in the same place. It was a message from a number I didn't know: Unknown:

I said nothing, only stared at the angry red burn across my leg. Sean knew I cared about my looks and was afraid of pain. Even a single pimple could throw me off for days. Now I had a burn big enough to make me give up wearing short skirts forever, yet he wanted me to be understanding? The warmth that had just barely returned to my heart froze over again. Then came the final blow. “Honestly, your burn isn’t that bad. Let’s just drop it. If word gets out that Mrs. Roth bullied a young girl, imagine how bad that would look!”

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

he whined as he unlocked his phone. 'It's a one time game' the first line of the new message says 'Pick the required alphabets in the next text and make sure not to reply' Not even up to the two seconds, the next message entered. 'Hello Elvis Let Perpetual Aaron Leave India To America'