Sassy Comebacks Novels & Stories

She wore an expensive custom gown and flawless makeup, basking in her life's peak moment. In the stream, a viewer brought me up. [What happened to your toxic boss? Is she dead?] Ainsley covered her mouth, faking sympathy. "Oh, guys, don't bring her up today. It's my big day. I actually feel bad for her; she's got nothing left now." Her eyes gleamed with smug challenge on camera. "If she thinks I faked documents or lied about anything, she can totally sue me." She chuckled, "I'm waiting for her lawyer's letter."

All eyes were on me, waiting for me to crash and burn. Just then, the main screen at the launch venue went dark. An audio clip started playing. It was Maeve's voice. "That idiot. Just give her a little nudge, and she bites. In a minute, I'll fake an asthma attack. Aurelio will fuss over me, and the media will catch Wanda 'bullying' me." Cesare stood behind the speakers. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit. He stepped onstage without hurrying, passed Aurelio and Maeve, who both looked stunned, and came straight to me. Then he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

Sassy asked, confused. I faced her and tried to calm myself again. "I'm sorry for dragging you in this mess, Sassy. Don't worry, I'll find a way for you to return." Her forehead was creased as she listens to me. "I don't understand. What do you mean? Where are we exactly?" she asked, I can already feel her body starting to tremble. "Sassy--" I was supposed to comfort my friend when suddenly the sound of slow claps resounded in the room.

She's ruining my ears for Pete's sake. "Cassandra, what's with your reaction?" Said Sabby, the newly transferred from Jasper's school. Well, if you all think I'm her friend, no way! Like I would really be glad to. " You look like you're about to poop." She added and laughed while enhancing her blush-on. " Whatever my reaction is, you're out of it. My beautiful face is out of your business so continue putting your blush on like a slapped b*tch." I replied. She laughed about what I just said.

"Why not?" She smiled. "I am not applying for friendship." A murmur of approval spread through the audience. --- Another journalist asked, "If someone powerful tried to control your company..." She answered before he even finished. "They will fail." "So confidently?" "I have already built it." "What if they threatened you?" She looked at him calmly. "Threats are negotiations that have already failed." Even the moderator looked impressed. "What if they are mafia?" Isabella laughs as she says, "Well, they sure are more interested in guns, not in fashion."

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

I teased Back, earning her soft laughter. “I bet you’ll look hotter with your baby bump,” Liam teased once more, winking at me to make me blush even harder. I forced myself to focus on the vibrant atmosphere around me, the sounds of laughter and chatter reverberating through the bustling mall. I refused to dwell on the issue between Ethan and I, I did everything I could think of just to keep me busy and stop me from thinking about him.

"Whatever you want to do, do it damned well." "And own it with pride." He raised his glass. "Cheers, to whatever it is that has you smiling." "Awww I want to drink too!" Sabrina stood in the doorway, still in her clothes from work with a huge smile on her face. "Where are you coming from? It's almost eleven." I said. She rolled her eyes. "Well, I had some things to get done. Some of us have lives outside of work you know, " "Is that an insult?" I narrowed my eyes.

My husband Marcus Ashford has severe social anxiety. In three years of marriage, he refused to meet a single one of my friends or family. Even our wedding was just the two of us, because he said a crowd would trigger a panic attack. Because it hurt me to see him like that, I put up with my parents' disappointment and my friends' confusion, made every excuse for him, and guarded his fragile little world with both hands. That changed tonight, when I stumbled onto the social media page of his first love, newly returned from overseas. In the photos, Marcus moved through the room with Chloe, working the toasts with total ease, laughing wide and unguarded. I opened the next live photo, and a snatc

" I shot back on reflex. "You're a bitch, just so you'd know." He stated in a flat voice. "Yeah, I know. I took a DNA test, turns out I'm a hundred percent that bitch." I replied, feeling smug as ever for coming up with a comeback this cool in just a few seconds. "Blah, blah, blah..." He retorted in a bored tune. "Haha, boring." I remarked. "No, you're just pained." He deadpanned. "I understand how you feel, that clapback was pretty loud, it's still echoing till now." I taunted, hell bent on having the last words here.