Scheming Synonym Novels & Stories

Reaching the table, she started, "Comrades! it's been long actually but as you know, my fingers never gets tired on the draught board. So many new faces, hmm alot has changed indeed, well I don't wanna play with a green horn, I would always win with dexterity, so, I bet with two thousand dollars! any challenger from the oldies?" "Two thousand dollars? Karen are you high?" Vada whispered to her. "Well, I see no strong competitor here so I can actually bid a ten thousand dollars and go home with twenty."

She looked at the man in disbelief. The lady’s name was Xiao Yue. Even though her family was not as mighty as the four great families, they were quite a well-known one. They dealt with armaments as their business and were treated with respect by many people. While Xiao Yue was currently an important figure, it was only because she had gained a little popularity from joining a girl’s group. On the other hand, her older brother, Xiao Yan, was not as simple. Not to mention he was a vicious character, he had worked together with many people from the underworld. The underworld was a term used in the business world to describe businessmen who handled illicit and high-risk jobs. For instance, gangs

She stormed out immediately, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. I sank to the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees. After a long while, my phone vibrated. The post had been updated again. The poster cried that her younger son had been framed, and that her elder son was cruel and malicious. The same "girl" who had been giving advice appeared once more. [In that case, just say he has a mental illness. Say he was afraid his handsome younger brother would steal his wife, so he set the whole thing up to frame him.]

I groan in frustration. “Scheming on how to deal with people is not my thing,” I conclude because I am more of somebody who is not used to having my guard up around people even if they have done me wrong, I just keep giving excuses to justify the bad people do me till I can’t take it anymore so having to take on the identity of a scheming wife in this life and being allowed to strike first is new to me. “You know what?”

Micah asks me, I've talked about them, I always do. "My brother is the alpha, my other brother is a beta, they are both dominant and would love you and would spoil you just to get back to me," I say knowing Jacob would like to take some revenge on all the times I spoiled his little and fed her extra chocolate in it. "Spoil me as revenge?" Micah asks confused. "Jacob's mate is a little, I give her extra chocolate, teach her to swear words, you know some brotherly things, that drive my dear brother insane," I say with a smile, ahh the good days.

"I think that it's not wrong to be scheming. Even though my mother has a straightforward personality, she is not innocent and gullible." "She used her schemes to save people, and not to harm others. To be honest, Grandma, are you really not crafty in any way at all? If not, how could you have managed to avoid being harmed and plotted against by others over and over again? As long as you don't harm others, that wouldn't really be considered as being scheming, but rather, it's wit. She is a smart person; she wouldn't drag me down when other people are trying to plot against me. If I were to be with someone who knew nothing and was very innocent, then wouldn't it be the same as being with an id

My Instagram was flooded with vulgar comments, mostly from men, lewd and mocking. Howard Corporation’s stock plummeted. I sat in my office, my expression dark. I’d known Benedict for two lifetimes, but I never imagined he’d stoop to such despicable tactics. At that moment, my disgust for him hit its peak. Stripped of his mask, his true self was vile beyond belief. His words from that night echoed in my mind. "Lucia, even if you’re not mine, you can’t belong to anyone else!" “Crazy bastard,” I cursed under my breath, slamming the documents on my desk to the floor before calling my secretary.

And trust me when I say I’m no player, because I’m honestly not. Eighty-five percent of these girls were clearly after status and fame. Searching for a wealthy bachelor they see fit and the other fifteen percent were just too clingy, declaring their love for me and hoping to become Mrs De Luca. such delusional women. I assume you can’t help but wonder what my type is and in all honesty. I don’t have a type, but all these women just seemed to lack something I looked for in a woman... “originality”. Anyway, I have totally given up on all this relationship drama, as the hopes of finding love give you the harmful torment of burning up inside. So relationships are a thing of the past. Rather, I’v

The dark rooms beyond our bubble grew more ominous as Nox paced a small circle before stopping in front of me. Looming nearer, he replied, "Wrong answer, Miss Collins. I am not helping you. I'm helping myself. That's what I do. What we had in Del Mar..." He gestured between us. "...what we did, that wasn't me, not the me who succeeds in this filthy world. That was the me who believed he'd met a princess who enjoyed being treated like a slut." His lips pressed together as he slowly shook his head. "You deceived me."