Never Go Full Retard Novels & Stories

Jewel Rivers hated nothing more than having to turn back. If she left something behind, she would move on without it. If she took a wrong turn, she kept going. She said, "Turning back is a waste of time. The only way is forward." She even drove right past me without stopping one night after I had worked late. I texted her, "I just saw your car drive by. Can you turn around and pick me up?" Three minutes later, she replied, "Rules are rules. I don't turn back. Take a cab home yourself." - The next day was our eighth anniversary. We had planned to go to the nearby theme park together. Twenty minutes after we set out, my close friend, Jason Smith, sent a message in the group chat

Darren approached me when he saw me and started to talk, “So you decided to ignore - decline my offer and you joined the football team. Really new guy, really.” He had a really stupid look on his face, and continued, “I heard you won a game last night, that is a shocker, but let me give you some advice, I run this school, you winning a game is nothing and I would suggest you do not get your hopes up they might crash and burn really fast.”

"I'll be back next week to take a look." I hung up the phone and looked at the wine glass in my hand. The red wine swirled gently in the glass, like liquid ruby. "To freedom." I said softly. Then I drank it all down. (End)

I growled, stepping closer until our faces were only inches apart, the mutual resentment between us so heavy that it completely erased whatever affection we had shared during our college years. ​"I am not going to stay here and listen to a broke manager lecture me about the future, because you are officially ruined, Derek, and if you cannot find a way to pay off the bank notices by tomorrow afternoon, I am taking my jewelry and leaving this house before the movers show up to repossess the furniture," Vera screamed, turning her back on me and storming toward the main bedroom while slamming the door behind her so hard that a decorative frame fell off the wall and shattered on the floor tiles.

I fix my posture, returning to serious and nonchalant. "Forget it, let's go home." It's time to get back to the original plan and forget about distractions

Morgan retorted. "Well then, try to catch me right now." "Hey, you... wait... don't run! We have to settle this because you can't..." "You are so stupid! Hahahaha.... "Come on, hurry up! If we're late, they'll definitely bully us."

He replied, "You don't have to... what if he reaches the fifth liquidation, and what comes after that, let's go, I don't want to Watching now ' "Okay then let's go back"

So, no sending people to war, no death penalty and no bombing abortion clinics, right? Hey, don’t blame me for your logic. Fucking follow your own rules, at least. You can’t convince retarded people they’re being retarded, because they’re retarded. But what you can do is use it against them. And you have an excellent chance of getting away with it. Because they’re retarded.

] Big N: [If I don't have an Adam's apple, you'll want to be with me? E: [You're overthinking this!] Big N: [Then, that's settled! Don't think about whether I have an Adam's apple or not. Quickly tell your mother to forget about me. I'm still young. I don't want to be in a relationship or get married.]

"I’ll just grab my things and come back home." "Whose home?" I retort, and he blinks in confusion. "Our home... here," he insists, and I can’t help but laugh again. "I hope my talking isn’t annoying you.. because your face...." he stammers. "No, no please continue talking." I urge, my irritation boiling. "I have nowhere else to go," he claims. "Have you ever heard of the saying " Don't shit where you eat?" I ask as I pull out a stack of papers and slams them down on the coffee table in front of him. "This pretty sums it up."