Shout Out For My Ex Novels & Stories

“You can cut the call for all I care, just know that I’ve sent your dirty things at Matt’s house over to your parent’s shop. And that’s if they haven’t received it.” “Are you crazy, Camilla?” Natalie yelled, her voice louder than she intended. Her mind drifted to the things she had in Matt's house; her pants and lingerie she’s been using whenever she slept at Matt’s house. “You don’t have to thank me, Nat. This is me announcing the end of our friendship to my ex-best friend that telling you that Matt and I are together now.” “You this bitch. How dare you betray me like this?” she said, but her phone went dead since it’s been warning her to plug it in since earlier.

“Yes! And our wedding is coming up soon..you shouldn't be surprised Scott. After all, you are a married man, you should start respecting your boundaries!” I gave him the final blow and watched his expression go sour even more. That's what he gets for making me suffer, now it was his time to feel the pain. I picked up my belongings and hurried out of the restaurant, I didn't notice any movement behind me which meant that he was still in so much shock to come after me like always. Once I got into my car, I placed my head against the steering wheel and did the most stupidest thing ever. I cried! I so much wanted to hit myself so hard right now for crying because of my ex-husband. I lost track o

“Where’s your ‘I’m a free, fulfilled woman’ look? I was expecting more glow, less ‘just left a funeral’.” “Was it today?” Daniela asked, even though she knew the answer. “I mean, today today? You’re divorced?” I nodded, closing the car door slowly. “I just signed the papers.” They both stared at me for a second, as if trying to assess my mental state with their female-friendship x-ray vision. “And now, my dear…” Priscila said, handing me a glittery plastic flute she pulled from one of the bags. “We toast to the rebirth of Luna Bexter. The woman, the legend, the hurricane.”

I shouted, my voice cracking with power. The air rippled. The trees around us groaned. Blue light burst from my hands, striking the ground between us and throwing both men backward. I fell to my knees, trembling, tears spilling down my face. The whisper came again, soft and cruel. See what happens when they try to love you? You destroy everything you touch. I shook my head, sobbing. “Stop it!” But she didn’t. Her laughter filled my skull, echoing through my bones. You can’t hide from me anymore. You’re mine, Kayla. Just as he intended.

Still he didn't want to give up just yet. "Can I do the honours of dropping you off at least?" He offered after rushing to catch up with her. "My ride is already waiting outside. I appreciate your good intentions but please stop wasting your breath, time and energy on me, ex," With that she sashayed away, the clicks of her heels resonating in the almost empty lounge. It took him a minute to realize what she said at the end of her sentence. "Ex..." he mumbled and then... his eyes widened.

I read the email again. “Diana, I found out you're telling the truth. As much as I don't want it to be true, I've found out that Neah had really died that day. And I had a hand in killing her. I regret my actions. These past few days have been very intense for me. I can't start to imagine what you're going through and I don't want to compare my pain with yours but I'm deeply hurt. I've made a lot of mistakes and I might still make a lot of mistakes, but I'm trying to be better. For both of us. The future is right in front of us, I don't want to sound cliche but I'm willing to start all over again with you. Please come back home, please.”

Damon reaches over and steadies my fingers without speaking. The words are exactly what I expected, and somehow still devastating. "We saw the article. We are disgusted by the life you have chosen and the public spectacle you have made of your perversion. You are not our son, you have never been our son. We are writing only to make clear that we want no contact from you, now or ever. Do not attempt to reach us, do not mention us in any future silly interviews. As far as we are concerned, you do not exist."

“You think this isn’t the time for me to fall apart?” He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Which somehow made it worse. “Someone killed my son,” I said, my voice shaking so hard it barely sounded like mine. “Someone murdered my child. They would’ve killed me too. And I still can’t figure out who sent them. And you’re really standing here telling me to hold it together?” I shoved at his chest, fists weak but furious. “Are you insane?”

"I've always wanted to spend time with any of my exes. Turns out you're the only one" "So you want to bond with your ex? ", she said "No. I already bonded with my ex ". "So you're trying out other women". "None of them is as good as you". "Have you tried any of them in bed? " "Emily". God, that was extreme. "I'm sorry, I just... ". "I shouldn't have talked about exes". "You made me feel as I couldn't meet with other people because... ". "Don't mind me. I believe you can leave any man awestruck. I haven't even recovered yet".

I am being turned into a shadow of a man that I vowed myself I would never become again. And the shadow that is Mekayla now leaves me yet another message. "Xavien, he is an ex. Please come back. I beg of you." Well, let us think about this too. Why do you allow your ex to kiss you? I will not fall for the trap again. Once bitten, twice fooled, third time scorned, and we all know that they say about a scorned lover.