Spoil Her Novels & Stories

“He might have his own conditions to not show his real face. There’s probably something happening to him or whatsoever.” I rolled my eyes. “Having conditions or not, either way that guy is suspicious.” “He is suspicious, but he’s the only person who celebrated me in every special occasion, you know?” She then pouted and crossed her arms, starting to look like she’s sulking. I know she had done this before but it’s the first time she’s so spoiled like this. It should be a happy occasion for me to discover more of her new sides yet I too find myself didn’t want to see her sulk. I toned myself down.

Lucas argued. "This is your punishment for letting her go near the kitchen." I said. "But why did you give her a car? She already has two. You shouldn't spoil her too much." "Like you didn't spoil her. Who is the one who bought her a world famous fashion designer just because she liked a few dresses made by him." Lucas grinned while scratching his neck. We are actually trying to spoil her but she isn't spoiled at all. Despite getting everything she wished she isn't an egoistic person. She is a generous person with a lovable personality.

“If only you know what your precious woman is capable of doing and what she has already done, I bet you wouldn’t think of her as precious anymore. If you’re trying to understand what I mean, In clear terms I am simply saying that your woman is a big time slut and that you should better do away with her before she drags you down with her good for nothingness.” “Sheila! Shut up and go to your room this instant! Don’t make me repeat myself else you will regret it.” Her father, the minister said to her in anger. She had really overstepped her boundaries with this one and the best part of it is that everyone was present to see her do it. People were whispering among themselves about how much of a

Today is no different as she undoes the brass clasp and reaches in, and there you go out comes a bit of foil with chicken in it. “Here you go, you sweet thing you. Oh, you’re such a darling baby angel.” And this is with a kitten, God only knows how much spoiling would go on with a baby. Suffice to say it’ll be spoilt rotten, which of course is the way it should be.

She doesn't want to stop him because she feels guilty, knowing his actions are completely out of his own kindness. "I cooked your favorite pork adobo." He said with a broad smile on his lips as he put down the bowl that, full of food. She smiled at him. "Thank you. You've spoiled me too much. Maybe I'll get used to it and I will ask you to stay by my side all the time." She said jokingly. "I want to spoil you every day. And I want to stay with you for the rest of my life, Ava!" "Gosh! That's cringe again!"

It was always the same trick, touch first, poison later. “You let her talk too much, think too much. She needs to learn when to obey. To listen. If she keeps testing you, if she keeps getting her way, she’ll grow up spoiled and rebellious. Maybe even…” She hesitated, like she didn’t want to say it, then whispered, “like her.” I didn’t need her to say the name. “She’s not her,” I said quietly. My voice came out lower, harder than I meant it to.

I just walked in, locking the door behind me. "You should really stop spoiling her" she said as she rubbed her face, she looked stressed but I couldn't blame her somehow. "I'm going to spoil her rotten Kelly, I think I should probably not but it just feels good. Is that why you're upset?" I asked as I walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I breathed in her unique scent. "Kayden, you should stop spoiling her, it's not getting fun anymore" Kelly pouted as I placed a kiss on the nape of her neck, making her shudder as she melted into my arms.

She smiles looking at me but I know that her smile means so much more than just a smile. Behind her every smile and every laugh, I seem to find the weirdness in them. That’s because her laughs and her smiles are never genuine, never. “He is good boy since the start,” I say. “He is. Just a little bit spoiled and it suits for a rich guy to be that much spoiled,” she says. What the hell is she talking about right now? Is she even on her right mind?

Of course she did. Ariella pretended not to notice until she heard the fake cough behind her. She turned around, slow and sharp. “Need something?” Melody’s expression was sweet. Too sweet. “I wanted to talk. Just us.” “Talk or manipulate?” Melody blinked. “Excuse me?” Ariella leaned against the bookshelf. “That smoothie trick was cute. Next time, don’t aim for the shoes. It’s too obvious.” Melody’s smile faltered. “You think I’d—”

"You're very arrogant now, Lizzie. But I'm not surprised because you only rely on James' wealth. If it weren't for James, you'd still be trash in my eyes." Rubbish he said? I laughed tastelessly. "Rubbish, yes," I said as I nodded. "Well... speaking of trash, I remember someone who slept with her best friend's boyfriend, and didn't feel guilty at all. What do you call that? Filth? Smelly, disgusting filth?"