Retarded Stuff Novels & Stories

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

When I just got out of rehab, I saw a parked Audi. This luxury car appeared out of place next to the small rehab center. I glanced at it and was about to leave. The person who got out of the car called me. It was Mark. He looked more mature than three years ago. But I only took one glance at him.. My teacher at the rehab said it was impolite to stare at others, especially someone you liked. Having spent three years at the rehab, I had been completely brainwashed by teachers there.

Chapter 138 As they were still recovering from the news, one of the department heads entered the room. He looked at Marcus and hesitated for a while before he addressed him, “Boss, we are in trouble. Our last product had a defect, and now all the clients are requesting a refund. We need a total of five billion to pay them up.” Marcus waved his hand, “Just pay up. If you can’t even handle such a simple matter, why do I need you here?”

That mattered more than anything. Now, with my agreement with Ryan days away from ending, I could finally be free again. … On the day I was discharged, Ryan sent me a voice message. "When are you coming back? The villa looks like a damn battlefield. Haven't you left the clinic yet?" I scoffed and replied with a bite, "What, are the staff on strike or something? Can't you even manage them?" Ryan's voice turned impatient. "You know I don't like people messing with my stuff. And it's your job to sort those files."

Some then continued, "In my village, petty, narrow-minded men like him would be single for life!" "Ah-choo!" More employees turned around, and they greeted Harvey. "Bless you, Mr. Fisher." But some staff members were still at it, blissfully unaware as they continued to bash "Elara's ex-husband". "Women age like fine wine, and men age like expired mayonnaise! You can study to get smarter, you can get surgery to look better, but if you're rotten on the inside, there's no cure for that!" Harvey rubbed his nose, suppressing another sneeze. At that moment, the entire lobby fell silent. Every single pair of eyes landed on him.

"This is just regular prenatal medicine. Why are you being so paranoid? You didn't protect the child properly, and now you're blaming the medicine?" I smacked the bottle out of his hand. "The pack healer already told me. This is a drug that suppresses perception. Long-term use leads to miscarriage." Liam shook his head wildly and stepped back. "No, that's not possible. Eva said it was just to suppress your bond sensitivity. "She said there were side effects, but it wouldn't cause a miscarriage. At most, it would make you a bit weak. No, that's not possible. That's not possible."

Phyllis stared at us we stared at each other. "Again, remember she's retarded," she warned Josh. I looked at her right away, wishing she would stop lying about me like that. I was not retarded. I turned my head to look at Josh, hoping he didn’t believe her. He slowly removed himself from the couch and went to open the front door, not answering her. "Let's leave now," the older man said, and smiled as if he was about to laugh about what had happened. It was like I could hear what he was thinking: “The Alpha's nephew loves a retarded she-wolf."

I fucked up. ........................................................................

"Khanza, you—" "Bro, I'm tired of taking my medicine. I am tired. The medicines did not help me to heal at all, only lessened the pain and prevented the attack from happening. My heart is getting weaker day by day, I'm sure of that. So, it won't have any effect even if I don't take the medicine." "But, Za—"

Jerika was not known to term but it sounds scary and she was already too scared and not sure if she wants to know more but what other choice she had. “What is that?” Jerika questioned. “It is a mental condition. He is having certain difficulties in retaining memories from past and processing them” Daulat explained. “Are you saying his memories are fading?” Jerika asked Daulat. “His memories are not reliable. He is confused and so his memories can’t be trusted” Daulat told Jerika making her heartbeat going slow. “So all this time, going through so much and coming back from come and the precipice of death was good for nothing. He can offer nothing to us” Jerika said.