Smartass Comebacks Novels & Stories

God, she tastes incredible. At first, she was trying to protest but not for too long. Just after some moment, she melts into me. There's no girl who exists in this world who can resist the charm of Arwan. So I let go of her hand and felt her hands snake around my neck. This time she was also kissing me. My angry kiss converted into a domineering one. "Baby, Are you still mad at me?" I asked her between our kisses. "Yes. I'm still mad at you. And I hate you." She hungrily kissed my lips and I smiled between our kisses. "Sassy, Still don't want to submit. Okay, I'll make you beg me today.

It gave me a second chance to make things right while I could. Watching Sydney select her choice of factory, I could hardly suppress my smile. That place was infamous for being a sweatshop that particularly scammed people from out of town. They would always lure their victims in with grand promises, only to slash wages later under every pretext. Sometimes, the victim might even have to pay out of pocket. "What are you smiling about?" Sydney snapped, tossing her phone to the floor. I quickly pulled my face straight. "Nothing. I'm just happy for you, finding such a great job with amazing benefits."

Chapter 85 In her own funeral There are some people who will suddenly disappear in our lives until one day, they appear again, rising from death. As for Amara Gabriel who went missing for months, the time has come for her to come back. But unlike other people who are coming back in an ordinary way, Amara is not coming back as the same old Amara. This time, she will come back to make those people pay their debts to her. “What did you say?” Gavin’s mother said as she overheard Gabe, Estevan, Larisa and Amber conversing about Gavin's life.

] I quickly grabbed my phone, but the moment I opened the photo gallery, my heart sank. Three years ago, Henry had dropped my phone into the lake while we were out on the water. This new phone only contained recent pictures. Any evidence from the orphanage was completely wiped clean. [It's over. Those two villains set this trap three years ago. There's no way the heroine can prove herself now.] Seeing me clutch my phone in silence, Victor and Ursula exchanged helpless glances, realizing I had nothing to show. Seizing the opportunity, Clara sobbed quietly. "Penelope, I know losing the scholarship has been hard on you. If it's money you need, I can give it to you.

She opened her mouth to speak again. Then the screen went black. A single gunshot echoed through the audio before the stream cut out completely. The video stayed up for seven minutes before it was deleted. But seven minutes was all it took. Thousands of people had seen it. Thousands had screen recorded it. The backlash was immediate. The influencers who had roasted me either deleted their videos or posted new ones apologizing. The comment sections flipped overnight. People who had called me every name in the book were now begging for my forgiveness. Some of them even sent money. Donations. Apology gifts. I didn't accept any of it.

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

"I will tell them that." "Tell them if they interrupt my coffee break again, I am sending them a fifty-page report titled How to Think Without Me." The assistant laughed harder. "That's a little mean." Isabella picked up her tablet. "Honey, that's called motivation." The familiar sass returned so naturally that no one would have guessed what had happened just moments earlier. The confident CEO. The sharp tongue. The effortless elegance. Bee was back. She walked towards the door. "Now..." she smiled. "Let's go make some people rich. The assistant nodded eagerly. "Yes, Miss Bela."

~Elizabeth~ "Okay, thank you, I'll make sure Mr Badmus knows." I cut the call and let out a loud sigh. It had been a week after that night. Mr Badmus left for a business trip and would be back by the end of day. So basically, I had a ton of work to do. "Good day, this is B-Corp, how may I help you." I said my usual words to whoever called. "Miss Adeyemi." I recognized the voice immediately.

Ethan dragged his hand down his face and stared at the stack of documents in front of him as though they had a contrary opinion. He had just fully resumed his position as General Sales Manager of S & G Enterprise after five years of recovery and was working tirelessly to prove that he was fully capable of handling his new role. “Thank you Peter, You should do the same,” he said softly. Peter nodded slightly with a soft smile and walked out of the office. Suddenly, Ethan's phone buzzed, the screen lit up revealing a new message. “Babe, Versacer just dropped the Aurora gold dress, it’s limited edition and only 3 pieces are available. I have to have it before it's sold out,” Lora texted.

She had a friendly smile that made her instantly approachable. “Hi!” the woman greeted cheerfully. “I’m Laura, Mr. Sandford’s assistant. The front desk mentioned something about a nameplate you wanted to return?” Jessica perked up and nodded. “Yes! Here—” She carefully reached into her apron pocket again and held it out. Laura took it and let out a laugh the moment she saw it. “Ugh! He is so clumsy, I swear. This is like the third time he’s lost this thing. Thank you so much for bringing it back. Seriously, this is important for him—I can’t thank you enough.”