Principal Skinner Pathetic Novels & Stories

Skylar scolded herself as she watched Vino stood perplexed watching her with wide eyes which nearly popped out of their sockets. “Miss Evans I _____” “I’m sorry, Mr. Thompson. Pardon my outburst. I have no right to get mad at you. You are a grown man who knows what is good enough for himself. Moreover, you are my boss and it’s unethical of me to scream at you. I’m sorry. Now, if you would excuse me. I have to get ready. Paula will be here any moment from now With that Skylar ran into the bathroom locking the door firmly. She rests her back behind the door frame, clutching her chest in her hands as she strides down the door flame. Only then did she let the tears fall as she cried her eyes out

She had it within her that she was going to kneel, possibly lay flat on the floor, and cry for pardon if SK fired her. SK heaved a sigh and said, "On my terms, I am supposed to fire you, but I'll pardon you because you are the face of this record label. I know very well that it's not your fault, so I will let this one slide." Prisca knelt and appreciated SK so much that she started crying again. He asked her to get up and continued, "I know it wasn't your fault and I don't care to know whose fault it was. All I am saying is that you should be careful from now on, you won't be pardoned if this happens next time."

Even though most of these old men were not young and most of them had presbyopia, the words ‘pathetic jerk’ that were carved on Marcus’s forehead were so clear and striking that every one of them could recognize it at a glance! Mr. Bay could not help but exclaim in amazement, “This…what’s going on? Young man, why do you want to engrave the words ‘pathetic jerk’ on your forehead?” Albert sneered before he said, “This young man has a very filthy mouth. He has a bad habit of calling everyone around him pathetic jerks. He offended Master Wade and he even called Master Wade a pathetic jerk. Therefore, I decided to teach him a lesson. Since he likes the words ‘pathetic jerk’ so much, I thought tha

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.

the secretary announced, their gaze fixed on the open folder. Antonio scrutinized the file in his hands, his eyes swiftly skimming across its contents. “Who is the designer?” he inquired, his fingers deftly flipping through the pages. “Mr. Davis Scott from America,” the secretary replied, “He was inspired by his mistress, a woman he loved deeply, but who tragically passed away due to his negligence.” At this revelation, Antonio’s brow arched, a flicker of interest dancing in his gaze. “A mistress who he loved so deeply?” Antonio scoffed.

Skylar narrowed her eyes, knowing very well that he'd meant to call her an asshole, but then she sighed, realizing that he would've been right to call her one. Picking up her cup, she forced some coffee down her throat and looked at him. “Look, I'm sorry. I've had a really bad day and...” “Exactly!” Mr. Popular exclaimed, his finger pointed excitedly at her like he'd just won the jackpot. “see what I was talking about? Shitty days do have their influences.” He grinned widely, obviously knowing that he now had her cornered. “So what now? No bad vibes? Am I forgiven?”

Anna said sharply, running her eyes past them all. “Now in TPH, we show you that pleasure for boys with tiny pricks are mostly derived from total sexual submission. Humiliation being the most important factor of all. So, there are five very important steps to accepting your conditions and living a life of freedom from high sexual and even societal expectations. They are : one, accepting that your pricks are useless in all sexual situations. Two, the readiness to give up and turn your love interest to a more superior dick. Three, the courage to admit to anyone and everyone that you're a small prick creature.

he asks. "Yes!" I say, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "I've got your program all mapped out, I just need to discuss it with you," I tell him. "Have a seat," I say, pulling out the chair to the right of his. "I did some research and I think we can conquer this arousal based stuttering problem of yours," I smile at his anxiousness. "Are you familiar with the concept of behavior modification?" I ask. "B.F. Skinner?" he asks and I nod. "Sure, we learned about him last summer during that course I took at the university." Sometimes I forget I'm dealing with a genius level IQ. Okay, here goes. I take a deep breath.

Jax, the massive bully from the locker room, intentionally bumped his broad shoulder hard against mine as he skated past. "Do not let a little bit of praise go to your head, scrawny," Jax taunted crudely, spitting a mouthful of water onto the ice near my skates. "Trying to act tough during a simple passing drill does not make you a real man. You still look like a pathetic virgin wearing oversized hand-me-downs."

a bitter sad smile formed on Skye's face as he kept talking. Skye's mind continued to remember how he was raised all these years, to what he was taught to believe. Even now it felt ludicrous since only seizing power could only help him for so long, until the people overthrew him for not caring about their needs. “But it doesn’t matter what I want, it’s supposed to be all about control and to take what you want no matter who it hurts… his fake smiles make me sick” Prince Skye added bitterly shocking and confusing Anberine.