Retarded Stuff Mga Nobela at Kwento

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

Just that stupid, generic voicemail message again. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. A fresh wave of irritation washed over me, thinking about the whole stupid spectacle with Ayden downstairs. I was so annoyed I kicked the leg of the bedstand next to me, hard. "Stupid!" I muttered to myself, the word hissing between my teeth.

His business partners called him to berate him, but he just hung up and continued drinking. Leanna came to visit him once. The huge mansion was now filled to the brim with empty beer cans and wine bottles. The curtains were also tightly drawn shut. "What is the point of all this, Graham Rowland?" Leanna asked, standing at the door without going in. He slumped against the couch, his eyes unfocused. "There's no point anymore." "Then why aren't you pulling yourself together?" "For who?" Graham asked, chuckling to himself. "Gwyneth isn't coming back. And neither are you."

The wedding photos on the wall, the carefully preserved family portraits—everything I once treasured—went straight into the trash. It was already past midnight by the time I finished cleaning up and lay down to rest. But just as I fell asleep, a loud crash jolted me awake.

“But that’s exactly what it is.” “It isn’t. Dad is retiring and passing on the—” “Potato. Potahto.” Isabella waved her hand dismissively before he could finish the sentence. “I see no difference.” Derek stared at her for a second, clearly realizing he had already lost this argument. “Whatever,” he muttered. Then he gestured vaguely toward Olivia. “Could you please talk to your friend?” he said dramatically. “I’m in desperate need of a date to prevent Mom from introducing me to every single eligible woman at the event.”

"This is atrocious!" Greg yelled angrily because his authority had been challenged. "Mr. Chapman, didn't I tell you before that the warehouse investigation has to be conducted by professionals? How can you allow a stockkeeper to simply look into this?" He went quickly to the screens and glanced at the red warning with a disappointed look on his face. He slammed the table hard. "Damn it! The footage has been destroyed! It could have been salvaged, but everything is gone now because someone looked at it without thinking!"

she nursed me and dragged me to the bar counter. "The strongest hard drink," Cassandra and I said to the bartender. "It's been 2 years Ayesha, you still can't move on with your ex?" she broke the silence and then slammed the counter. Move on? How to do that? Why is it that every time I tried, I still come back to the beginning? "There are probably things in the world that we will never forget," I said with my bitter language and raw smile. "He's stupid," my friend replied angrily then drank her wine.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. He wasn’t even noticing if I was crying or not, he's already looking at the screen of his phone, already half-gone. “Are you even human?” I snap at him. “Don’t you get horny? I’m right here. I’m your wife. Stop treating me like an afterthought!” “I’m doing this for our future,” he said quietly and kissed my forehead as if that fixes anything. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Don’t wait up and yeah we’ll do it tomorrow.”

On our wedding day, the officiant asked, "Do you agree to spend the rest of your life with the man standing before you?" Bianca, the woman I had loved for ten years, hesitated. In the end, she shook her head as she clutched her phone and said, "I don't." Then, she grabbed my younger brother, who had just slit his wrists, and ran out of the venue, tearing off her wedding gown as she fled. She never once spared a thought for my dignity the entire time. Heck, she didn't even look at me. Afterward, she simply said, "We'll just make new wedding arrangements. There was an emergency that day. Someone's life was on the line. I couldn't just ignore it, especially when he was your brother." Howe

James answered. "This economy? It's the 21st century. America couldn't be greater. With the government taking a medium amount for tax rate,what could the problem possibly be?" I stopped talking because they were looking at me as if I had lost my mind. Unable to bare the silence anymore I asked "What is with the faces?" "Did you just say 21st century?" James asked and I noded my head in a way of saying yes. "The doctor didn't mention that you are now retarded." Jeff with a bit of British accent said. I did not know what his problem was but he was about to learn the hard way that I never take trash when it's been thrown at me.