Never Go Full Retard Novels & Stories

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'

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.”

Not now. Not ever again.

"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)

Fuck. "Turn around, we're going back to the penthouse."

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.

"Thanks for your donation, but maybe next time don't throw it. That was really rude." "Haven…" Grace whispered. "A donation is a donation." He rolled his grey eyes. "Maybe use that quarter and buy a clue. Religion is a waste of time and you're way too hot to be saving yourself for Jesus, babe. Why don't I give you my number?" "For what?" I asked. "I can teach you how to do things that would make your Lord and Savior blush." I gasped. "That's vile! I'm going to pray for you! You should attend church tomorrow and repent!"

One I wouldn't mess up. Not this time.

my wolf never fails to think about the worst things at the worst time “Please just stop” I warned him not to say too much. I need to find a distraction because my patience keeps running then and now I have had a little taste I am drunk and I don't want to ever be sober. I growl loudly in annoyance. “I am fucked”