Pitch Perfect 3 Toxic Novels & Stories

He laughed, leaning back, pointing at the questions. “You said you’ll answer every question.” I complained. “Fine.” He rolled his eyes while rolling out the word through his tongue. I did not want to notice but he looked ultra hot when he did that. “It’s a prison with facilities.” “How are they?” I pointed at the facilities he is receiving here. “Kinda good, kinda bad.” “How good and how bad?” “Good because they fear me, bad because they’re also cheaters. They are not true and faithful towards their work.”

"It's almost like the hard times circle 'round" "A couple drops and they all start coming down" "Yeah, I might feel defeated and I might hang my head" "I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead, no" A tear escaped my eye. I managed to stay still until I finish the third chorus. "I'm not gonna let it get me down" "I'm not gonna cry" "And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight" "'Cause, tomorrow's another day" "And I'm thirsty anyway" "So bring on the rain"

But when her results came out three months ago, it turned out she couldn't get into any of the seven colleges she applied to. I begged Preston to tutor her. But what had he said back then? He'd said that Nicole was just too stupid and that tutoring her would only be a waste of time. She'd be better off working at a construction site rather than staying at school and dragging everyone else down. It was only after I threatened to break up with him that he finally agreed. But now, just three months later, he'd helped her sabotage my college applications. Nicole's sobbing grew even louder. "Fi, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have changed your application for my own selfish reasons… Please, forgi

And then Tessy’s lighter, melodic tone, honeyed with false concern. Lisa froze behind a thick cluster of hydrangea bushes, her pulse hammering in her throat. She shouldn’t listen. It was a violation, a surrender to the very paranoia that was eating her alive. But her body refused to move, rooted by a morbid, aching need to know the truth. “…just tell her, Grey,” Tessy was saying, her voice dripping with manufactured sympathy. “The longer you wait, the worse it will be for her.” “I can’t,” Grey’s voice was ragged, raw with a pain that twisted Lisa’s heart. “She’ll never understand. She’ll hate me.”

The ties are wrapping around my neck, making it hard to breathe. “My wife wants to leave me now.” James comes closer. “And take my child with her.” “You…you should have thought about that before you cheated on her.” It takes great effort to keep my voice level. My fingers shake, and I blindly hit buttons, thinking I got the combination right. I didn’t. I get two more tries before it’ll lock me out for five minutes. I don’t have five minutes. James narrows his eyes and balls his fist. “You’re going to pay for this, bitch.”

“The partnership is already over, Freddie by whoever took these pictures on my private residency. The world now knows that Model Perfect’s model girl isn’t dating Hunter anymore. You can’t cover this up. There’s no way. And besides Freddie, if this means I am getting fired, I could careless at this point…because…I quit. I quit…” I turn around. I need to be rid of Model Perfect and the toxic relationship they have with me. They have controlled my entire life for the last two years. Even if Freddie cares for me, I can’t stay here. Our friendship is not a reason to stay in the toxic shadows of Model Perfect and their bullshit image of perfection. “You can’t quit you are under contract.” I flip

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I couldn't see all of them but the tallest member was bald. "Are you sure it wasn't an accident?" I asked. To think someone would do something so spiteful like that was unsettling. "No, everyone saw her do it." The person in front of me confirmed this and many others listening in on the conversation nodded. "Crazy bitch, she was the one who should have failed." Someone else said. Another said. "The person who failed was the one that had her apologize too, he seemed like a decent guy." "As if an apology will make up for deliberate sabotage." Ken sighed. "God is too nice to the wicked sometimes. But... indirect Karma always delivers, perhaps it's a sign he should distance himself from toxic ba

"This shows us not to hand out compassion blindly. Look what happened. An entire family was destroyed." "Am I the only one who feels sorry for the husband? He was sick, but his wife wouldn't give him money for treatment. She even took a fugitive on a trip through the Western Continent, and in the end, he couldn't even keep the money for his cemetery plot." "That woman's death was quite satisfying too, that's what I say! Her toxic compassion killed her husband. She deserved it." On the day Wyatt was sentenced to death, a friend came to my grave with a bouquet of flowers and told me the news.

this statement from Zed keeps playing in my mind. For a fleeting time, I have considered using him as a channel to move on. He loves faithfully and wholeheartedly – a one-in-a-million trait to die for. But he shoves me away, killing my momentary desire to move on, to be happy, and free. He’s amusing – considering women as pests in her life – but desirable because he loves like no other.