Spoil Her Novels & Stories

She soon grew bored, she wasn’t interested in ‘Spa Days’, having her nails done or spending endless hours shopping, ‘Fuck she hated shopping’ Caleb found it amusing he had given her a credit card that very few people owned, it gave her access to millions and he told her she could buy whatever she wanted. She never used it, in fact it was still in the envelope he had given it to her in, on top of his night stand, her exact words had been, ‘I don’t want your money and I certainly don’t want this’

“Yeah, sure. They don’t get guilty at all.” At that time, Reid didn't understand her. Her mood swings. The way she overthinks things. She’s independent. She doesn't like spending others' money. She’s not the type to be lavish or to become mean to another. This is why he was so eager to have her. Spoiling her… she knew she wanted it. But she’s feeling so guilty. He will enjoy spoiling her like this. “By the way, I bought Quinn’s bag.” She smirked.

She asked again making my heart melt instantly. She stood up and I let my eyes drag all over her body. This woman is fucking beautiful. "Even if you give me spoiled food, so far it's from you. I'll eat it like the best dessert ever." I winked at her and she threw her head back in laughter. "Why would I give you something spoiled?" "That's how much I love you," I said to her watching as she bit down on her lips. Her smile faded and I couldn't help the ache that followed through.

Chapter 52: The Brat Who Fought Back “So, she’s the little girl you’re talking about,” the woman repeated, her voice dripping with mockery. “The spoiled brat who likes Travis?” Heat rushed to my cheeks, burning hotter with every word. The label stung because it held too much truth—too much of the painful truth I tried to hide behind my laughter and careless smiles. I was just a kid, a spoiled brat in everyone’s eyes. And Travis? To him, I was nothing but a ridiculous distraction, an embarrassment.

he uttered catching her attention . " but I have too many new clothes to wear which you have provided me recently ." she informed . Her brows knitted . It wasn't like she don't want to go . It was just she already have many clothes why there is need to buy more clothes . She wasn't too extravagant to spend her husband's money of hard work . " I know....but I wanna spoil you more .... " he said smirking . She rolled her eyes . He was truely spoiling her . She felt it is irrelevant to debate or object if he wanted to do something wilingly .

She explained groggily. Unlike what she expected, Rafael only glanced at her while raising an eyebrow. "See? You are a spoiled little princess!” He said, laughing. Cheryl squinted disapprovingly. She was clearly not a spoiled little princess because she had worked hard to widen Diamonique's network all this time. She also dares to take big risks to make decisions under her control. She is not a spoiled child even though, until now, she often comes to her mother's room to ask for her hair to be combed when her Nanny is not working. She is also not a spoiled child even though, until now, she still can't cut her nails, can't cut her apples, and can't wash her hair.

I caressed her cheek and guided her towards the table, saying, "Let's eat before it gets cold.” I fed her bite by bite, just like when we were kids. "Mmm, delicious. You're indeed a good cook," she mumbled between bites. I winked at her, saying, "Am I only good at cooking? I can show you my other qualifications if you want!” She blushed. I filled a spoon with salad and fed her. She laughed and said, “I warn you, don’t spoil me. If I get used to it, you'll suffer a lot.”

She was the only person that was one step ahead of him when it came to matters like this. The first few times she had tried a stunt like that to spoil his name, he had sued her to court immediately, but nothing had come out of it. Apparels , she had been tactical enough to dodge every single claim that could be used to pin a defamation lawsuit on her. Angrily, he had tried to forcefully throw her in jail anyhow, but that had ended up backfiring because she had seen it coming and planned ahead. That had been like digging a hole for himself.

She said pouting but laughed later on. "You look so adorable when you stay carefree laughing like this," I said admiring her while she shook her head smiling beautifully. She was about to say something when a kid beside her stumbled on her which made her fall on me. "Sor..sorry." She mumbled but I was too much lost in her brown orbs to respond. Her hands were placed on my shoulder while I looked at her lips. Those lips... How much I wanted to devour them. I want to take those lips in between my lips. But not without her permission. She pulled away from me and looked down so I also left her. I look down too. That kid. Oh. So, he tugged on her dress and spoiled our moment. First help then spoi

Only change is that she starts crying this time. So, this is what people call a spoiled brat. And I thought my sister was a handful. After sparing me a scornful glare, she stomps her way out. As she goes, she breaks some flower vase on her way out. Jesus! This woman is the epitome of a spoiled brat. “I…I will clean it up.” Spencer says hurriedly as if someone would hit him if he didn't do it right away. He is about to go but I tug at his hand. He looks down at me, his expression changing. Good. I prefer his cold stare more than whatever that was.