Raps To Roast People Novels & Stories

Rakshit When I came back from the restaurant I was pissed as hell.... I was making coffee for myself to calm my nerves and at the same time my I-am-too-smart-to-be-ignored friend Rohan barged in. I sighed. More than coffee THIS is going to help me. I took a broom that was under the kitchen counter and ran towards him... as I said earlier I am going to beat the crap out of him for making my profile without the most important detail.

I bit my lip after realizing what I had just said. Oh Anne, what’s happening to you? Damn, I had chosen the wrong words, and they only fueled his anger. He slammed his hand on the table angrily, shocking the students in the library. Some were about to protest, others were ready to fight, but when they saw that it was the great Alpha Cyrus Roaster, they all fell silent. “Fucking do what you want, nerd. I don’t fucking care at all,” he said angrily as he turned his back and walked away.

I don’t like secretive shit and even more, I don’t like liars, especially those who lie to my face and can’t even do it convincingly. “Cut the crap, demon boy, and spill the beans. Why you’re laughing in my face? And before you try to lie again, I suggest you think if it’s worth it. I have a spoon and I sure as fuck am not scared to use it.” Ragh laughs again, louder and this time, he sounds like an old bed screeching while meth-heads are fucking their lifes away while high, with their cats, who are on crack probably, fighting in the background. Not a nice sound, in case anyone’s wondering.

"Security! Get them off the set!" "No! Stay back!" Cane roared, pointing a trembling finger at the cameras. "Look at him! Look at your hero! He won't talk because there’s nothing there! He’s a fraud! He sold his soul for a soundboard!" Ignatius lunged toward the desk, his boots skidding on the cables. "Raffy! Talk! Say something! Tell them you love me! Tell them you hate me! Just use your own f**king mouth!"

"He's just a performer, please let him go, you’re causing a scene!" "I’ll cause whatever I damn well please!" I roared, flinging her arms off of me. I turned my venom back to the man in front of me. I let go of his wrist only to start poking him hard in the shoulder, driving him back toward the vanity. "Misfits like you shouldn't even exist. You're a bloody stain. You're a mistake. People like you... you're meant to be stepped on. You're meant to be broken to pieces."

she asked, voice light, edged with deliberate provocation. He turned then, and his face was tight, carved from stone. “I watch people try to dismantle you piece by piece,” Rook said, low and raw, each word ground out like gravel forced between molars, “and every time I’m standing there ready to break their fingers off one by one… you spread your legs and hand it all to them like a prize you’re eager to give away.”

“our pathetic manager who gets wet just thinking about getting passed around like cheap weed.” Kai added a third finger, scissored hard. The burn was insane. I buckled, half trying to run, half trying to take more. “Stay the fuck still,” Kai snapped. “You don’t decide how much cock you get.” Ryde grabbed my hair, yanked my head back for zane’s camera. “Look right at it, Raven. tell the video how much you love being our public bitch.” “I love it,” I sobbed. “love being your bitch. love your cocks. don’t stop please–”

Though I was the person featured in every photo, I had never even known they existed. My photos cause a frenzy online. "Holy crap, this is insane!" "Is this real? I like Scott. He doesn't seem like that kind of person. Is this some publicity stunt?" "Don't defend him. He's clearly a pro. The photos aren't fake." "How disgusting. I'm gonna throw up." I scrolled through page after page of vile comments, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

It sounded like a crack. “Put a patch on me and Zara gets a headline. Leave me loose and Harlan gets a hunt. You want a third option. There is not one. There is only who stands when the tape goes up.” Quiet chain man spoke at last. “I stand.” Rook lifted her mug. “I stand. She pulled a bar through a hospital and a ceiling rat. I like that kind of stupid.” Shaved head looked at Zane. “I stand if she wears leather on a ride today. Public. So the street knows she is not a clip. So Nessa knows she is not a maybe.”

“Thanks! Now then! Off with your wings! Uncle Rapha, please use your energy to keep her down!” “With pleasure!” CHOMP THUD CHOMP THUD “AGHHHHHH!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! YOU HEAR ME? YOU ALL WILL PAY! MARK MY WORDS, ROSEMARY CIPRIANO! I SHALL STOP AT NOTHING UNTIL I'LL GET TO SPILL YOUR BLOOD!”