Pessimiste Romane & Geschichten

he said, nodding his head. A car sped past them, splashing muddy water through the opened window of the car. "Bastard!" Pete yelled, speeding up. Aria wanted to tell him to let it go, but she knew her best friend was past reasoning. She'd long stopped questioning why Pete was the way he was and had just accepted him like that. You either loved him or learnt to tolerate the man. "Your father nyash! Waka!" he spread his fingers, stretching and pointing it towards the man as he caught up with him. The man who had sped past us was now beside our car, the traffic jam putting everyone at a standstill.

Henry said with a darker tone. "She's just getting back on her feet, cut her some slack. People change, you know." Cindy pouts. "Do they?"

“But you, I don’t know.” “Well, my name is Minus, and I’m a Sagittarius. I enjoy long walks on the beach, going to the theater, and knowing what the fuck is going on around here.” “You are funny guys. You two should do a podcast or something. Don’t you think so, Crush?” Mexican Hulk nodded but remained expressionless. Viper continued, “I have a great sense of humor, too, but I also know when to be serious. I wonder if you gentlemen know when it’s time to get serious?”

Amare molto (love very much*) finally knocked on his door. I let out a deep sigh. Then I start waving my hands at my head like a puppet: "And when you thought, like the moron you are, that she was cheating on you, the first thing you thought was: hey! What if I got her pregnant to make sure no one wanted her anymore? And don't make that face! You and I know how prone you are to drawing conclusions. Crappy conclusions ninety-nine percent of the time!" Santo looks up to the sky and grimaces. Then he shrugs his shoulders dismissively. Then he nods again.

Her insecurities got the best of her and she really felt like that he was taking advantage of her by helping and all. "So you think I feel pity for you?" He asked in astonishment. "Yes! We are no match! You think I'm a poor girl struggling so you can take advantage of me! Well I don't need your help!" Her stark reply amused him. "Right! But get that one thing in your head, that I don't feel any pity for you! And I'm really going to make you my wife, resist or not! It's up to you" he declared in a solidified tone.

She warned him. “Why does everybody, EVERYBODY… think that I’m a bad influence. How is this fair?” He said in a shrill voice. “Mm. Kay. Bye. I love you both.” She waved him off and left. Just like that. Damen went to see her off. It was now just two of them. Again. He cleared the mess. Put everything back in the kitchen. Penelope went inside the bedroom. The time Damen came back into the room she was sitting in the bed with her phone pressed to her ear.

She saw the smirking man lying on the ground, crimson pooling around her head. She lifted her head. She saw blood draining from his knuckles. He stared at her with his dark eyes. He was handsome but darkness around him made him dangerous and his menacing look warned her to stay away from him. He was six feet tall, His hair was dark, square jaw, chiselled face. His body was powerfully built. Rather terrifying. His thick lashes lowered, his gaze halted on the pregnancy stick. He bent down and picked it up. He stared at it for a full minute. She could feel his authority in the air.

Read me, stupid!

she laughed at her words and left the room. She drove straight home, refreshed, and dozed off. Unknown P.O.V "Kola your next target should be Chimamanda, that stupid bitch I want to give her a painful death. I want her to watch me as I eliminate her slowly" she clenched her teeth, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes shut imagining the scene.