Pitch Perfect 3 Toxic Novels & Stories

Her full round breast poking my chest. “Nadia” “Yes?” “I love you,” I said without thinking. fuck! My fucking life is ruined.

She basically growls and cuts the link. For fuck sake, can’t I catch a break from women and their theatrics for one moment. First Ximena being mated to another woman, then that pain of a Mate and now this leech that’s breathing in my neck. It’s like the Goddess is taking a piss on me and ‘gifting’ me with powerful woman, well fuck her too!

His arm wrapped around my waist and we fell into a peaceful sleep together. The next morning, I woke up to the streaming rays of sunshine coming through the window. I peeled off the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard EJ singing in the bathroom. "You tell all the boys "no" Makes you feel good, yeah I know you're out of my league But that won't scare me away, oh, no You've carried on so long You couldn't stop if you tried it You've built your wall so high That no one could climb it But I'm gonna try

Tomi cried. “You left me with nothing. No girlfriend and certainly no best friend.” Tomi looked as if I had stabbed her. “Kola please…” “I don’t want to be close to you anymore Tomi, you made me lose the woman I really loved, you twisted me around your finger but I can’t even blame you for it since I am the dumb shit who allowed that to happen. I don’t know how you got to be this way but I do know that you are toxic and I don’t want you in my life.” I tell her as she sobbed more.

Lister asked, "How did this happen, Vivian? Your academic results are usually fine! You ranked in the top ten of your entire class for all three mock exams! You should have easily gotten into a prestigious university with such a result!" Vivian kept her head down, while Peter Nash, her father, sighed heavily. "It seems like we completely misjudged the situation this time, Mr. Lister. We didn't realize the film academy's cutoff would be so high. Vivian got over 1344 for her SAT and still didn't make it." I acted surprised. "Didn't you score 560 for your SAT, Vivian?" In that instant, everyone in the room fell silent. I unhurriedly took out the printed transcript and handed it over to Peter. "

I open one of the voice notes, just to confirm that, yes, he's still the human embodiment of a douche bag. “Adele, listen. I didn’t mean for this to happen. You’re blowing this out of proportion. Elaine was vulnerable—” I stop the message there. For his safety and mine. Because if I listen to one more second of him weaponising Elaine’s “vulnerability” while she was very much almost naked with her hands and mouth all over him, I will walk into traffic. My finger hovers over the screen. Block him? It’s so tempting to do that right now. But no, I don’t want silence. I want him to keep spiralling while I go through the chaos he made me start.

"What a clown. Parading around about winning me back, only to go running when another woman waved a pregnancy test." For him, admitting the truth would ruin his reputation. That was more than anything he could ever tolerate. Shelley listened to my rant, then grinned. "Finally. You’ve grown up. No more lovesick fool. We can be friends again." I flushed, embarrassed. To prove I meant it, I acted fast. Before Ethan could reshuffle the company, I sold my half of the shares at a low price. Then, I bought a ticket and left, traveling across the country, enjoying every corner of its beauty.

How ridiculous it all seemed now, looking back at our painted smiles as if they were ever real. I chuckled bitterly, thinking about how we believed in the illusion of perfection, ignoring the cracks that were so obvious. Our promise to be painted together again was as fragile as the canvas, and as short-lived as the sweetness of his words. It's funny how life reveals its true colors when the paint chips away. The lie we built our relationship on wasn't just a crack; it was a chasm. And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover.

The internet defines a toxic relationship as "any relationship [between people who] don't support each other, where there's conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there's competition, where there's disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness." The problem is... sometimes there's excitement in competition. Sometimes the disrespect and lack of support just makes you want someone more. Sometimes, the passion and intense feelings outweigh the negatives.