Quotes About Emotional Rollercoaster

Poor Rose was about to lose her mind because of the mix-up between the Young Billionaire, George Owens, her friend, and Mrs. Sarah Owens, the woman who volunteered to fill the vacuum that her late mother left behind. To sustain the relationship, she proposed that she should marry his son, George, which she accepted happily. Nevertheless, after the proposal, she continued to be friends with George, who was nice to her, and she liked him. Then, he proposed marriage to her, but she turned him down because she already had a lover. Subsequently, Mrs. Owens informed her son of her arrangements, but he turned her down, because he had Rose in mind, and believed that she would accept him someday. Without knowing that they were saying the same thing, and talking about the same girl, George went out to get another lover after Rose rejected his proposal. To compensate Rose, and ensure that she remained in her family, Mrs. Owens introduced Regan, her nephew to Rose as his son. Now, the picture is clearer. Rose accepted Regan. Later she discovered that there was a mix-up and wished to strengthen things out.

From the moment I watched my parents and my pack members being murdered by the heartless and brutal Alpha Jethro, my life has been ignited by only one purpose which was revenge. I have trained for years leading a group of Rogues who also shared the same hatred for my worst enemy Jethro. Now the time of vengeance was finally here, with my attack well planned out but things took a drastic turn when I found myself helpless and at the mercy of Alpha Jethro, about to be executed. I was bailed out by Alpha Jethro's son Derrick, why was he saving me? I had no idea but I was grateful now I have to serve as a maid in my enemy's shield. As my plan for attack collided with new found love for Derrick,I was faced with the ultimate test. Can I kill the man who destroyed my pack and my family, even if it will be at the expense of losing the one who saved my life? My name is Olivia Rayman and this is my story of vengeance, love and hope of redemption.

Late at night, my sexy landlady knocks on my door and gives me a sultry look. "Do you know why I rented this place to you?" In the corner, her two daughters bite their lips and clutch the hems of their shirts, looking at me hungrily. "It's because you satisfy all our desires… You're not getting away tonight…"

My friend introduced me to an online card game. I won 150 thousand dollars in only one night. The hot female dealer contacted me privately. “Mister, you can give me a video call when you top up to a certain amount. Plus, there’s an extra benefit. You can do whatever you want with me.”

During a kindergarten parent-teacher conference, a rich wife accuses me of stealing her bag. I'm baffled. I bought the bag myself abroad, and it even has my name etched on it. However, when I scrutinize the bag, I discover that my name is missing. I call my husband, and he impatiently says, "I gave your bag to Jen. She's fresh out of college and needs an expensive bag to make herself look good. Even Finn said the bag is too young for you—it suits Jen more. You're too old for these things. You should be glad to even have a fake one." I bark out an exasperated laugh. I can go without having a husband, but the bag has to be returned to me.

Just because I ate one chicken leg more than my brother, my father kicked me out of the house in the middle of a snowstorm. Later on, my father of an archeologist dug up my body. Due to my missing head, he did not recognize me. Even when he saw that the body had the same scars as I did, he did not care. Later on, my mother dug out my heart and showed it to her students. "Today, we will study the heart of someone with congenital heart disease." She once said she would recognize me no matter what I looked like. Mom, now that the only thing left of me is my heart, do you still recognize me?

I die in the basement after being burned by acid. My family doesn't recognize me, and they don't call the cops. My mother picks up the scalpel that hasn't been used in years and debones me. My father excitedly mixes my skeleton with concrete and turns me into an exquisite statue. My sister uses the sculpture she's made out of my flesh and portrays herself as a genius sculptor whom everyone admires. Later, the sculpture is shattered, revealing half a broken finger inside. That's when everyone panics.

When my neighbor's daughter-in-law falls pregnant, my neighbor issues a few "decrees" in a group chat for all residents in the area. "Number 1: Anyone whose family has daughters has to avoid leaving the house when my daughter-in-law does. I don't want them to hurt my grandson! "Number 2: Every family has to purchase meat and expensive fruits once a week and present them to my daughter-in-law! "Number 3: After my grandson is born, I will bestow upon everyone the honor to bask in his fortune. Every family has to give us 300 dollars as a gift. I will personally visit each family that doesn't!" She even singles me out with a message. "Unit 401, I want you to immediately stop feeding stray cats. I'll also give you three days to get rid of your cat! My daughter-in-law is scared of cats, and the creatures are covered in germs. What if she catches a virus from your cat when she goes downstairs for a walk? What if you hurt my grandson? "I command you to immediately bring me one thousand dollars as a deposit and guarantee. If I catch you feeding stray cats one more time, I'll confiscate the money!" I transfer 20 thousand dollars to her, yet she grovels at my feet and begs me to take the money back.

My sister leaves some last words before committing suicide, and everyone who sees those words die. My grandmother is the first to go, and then my father. In the end, even my mother jumps off a 30-story building. The reporters fall over themselves trying to score an interview with me, and the police interrogate me. Countless people want to know what my sister's last words are. However, I keep my silence until my sister's tenth death anniversary. I see a figure before her grave, and I'm agitated beyond imagination. I know it's time for death to take me.

My mother hated me, to the point that she wished I were dead. I knew I deserved to die. Sixteen years ago, if I hadn’t insisted on going out, my brother wouldn’t have died while trying to save me. Eventually, both of us got what we wished for. I got brain cancer. She had become a stranger to me as I forgot everything and went to die in blissful ignorance. Then, she went mad.