Spoil Her Novels & Stories

“I mean if that is something you want, but I will never hide anything like this from you.” We sat down and talked about little stuff, I could tell she didn’t want to talk about anything crazy. Maybe she needs something less stressful for her and I am going to do everything in my power to give it to her. I don’t know much about her, but that is where this is all going to be a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I am going to wow her when I can, I am going to spoil her as much as I can. I just hope I don’t overdo it and make her not want to be around me. “So do you want to go shopping?” I asked hoping she would say yes.

He wouldn’t be coming back; she didn’t have to look over her shoulder and she certainly didn’t have to fear him anymore. “I have a surprise for you: I booked us a hotel and spa day. I thought you could do with some pampering, and I wanted a bit of alone time with my mate.” I watch as she shivers in anticipation. “What about Summer?” Her question makes me smile. I will never tire of her always putting our girl first, she is a perfect mother, the best I could have wished for.

She scoffs, "oh, since when did you become the rogue in this friendship?" "Thank God you said friendship, so don't act like you're a-splash-my mom." "Ah," she fakes a heart attack, adding effect to it by putting her hands on her chest and having a pained facial expression. I laugh at her ridiculousness. "That's so touching, brutally touching." I know. I know. I just insulted her not to act like my mom, whilst also making it known that she's no mom either. "I'm sorry." "You better make me eat the most of the Popcorn." She says, pouting and going to sit on the couches to turn on the television.

This man was going to make me cry myself to death. "Oh, please, she's obviously playing the victim. That woman is just trying to let Theo's guard down before she bleeds him dry one last time." "You have to admit, playing the temptress is a gift. The tears that woman shed just now? I wouldn't even know where to begin." "What's so great about being some spoiled housewife anyway? A career woman like Evelyn is way more likable." "That's such a weird take. Since when is being liked the whole point of life?"

"My poor Chloe. If the Frostclaws don't want you, I do. Don't worry, I'll find a way to pay for your school. We aren't any less than that 'real' daughter of theirs." "Don't stress about the tuition," I said, pushing her chair down the hallway, which still smelled faintly of cold herbs. "Your job is to follow my treatment plan, listen to Seven, and—most importantly—stop adding extra sugar to the medicinal meals." "But you need an elite degree," she muttered. "I heard that girl they took back has an incredible resume." "Good for her," I said with a light laugh, my wolf letting out a dismissive snort. "She's your biological granddaughter; she probably got her brains from you. Let's just hope sh

Well would you like to go?" She said, "You know what? You're right Beau. I haven't been able to actually start living life and Paris is a place I've always wanted to travel to. So, I guess I'll come with you." He said, "Alright, let's head down to the airport." She chuckled, saying, "Airport? What about our things? I have nothing packed, I'm not ready for travel." He said, "Oh don't worry about clothes or anything like that. I'll get you a new wardrobe and there'll be new clothes waiting for you on the flight as well." She felt her cheeks turning red and she said, "Beau, you are absolutely spoiling me. I don't need new clothes, I still have a bunch of nice clothes that you bought me already.

Selena said as she took out her laptop from her bag and the textbook from the other. “You are a devoted student, I admire you,” Vivian said as she took out her books. “That is the only thing I am good at so I shouldn’t slack off,” she replied with a smile. It was true, she wasn’t a great cook. Her parents spoiled her so much that she never went into the kitchen. They practically did everything for her and it was a good thing that her new home was filled with so many staff otherwise her husband was going to see the real her.

“Let my mom spoil him a little. She has missed out on 5 years already and a little ice cream won’t hurt anything.” Her warmth breaks through our flimsy clothes and burrows deep into my soul, igniting a fire within me.

Then—still without looking at me—she grabbed the entire plate and dumped it in the trash. I stared, my mouth falling open. She wiped her hands on a napkin and went back to scrolling her phone like nothing had happened. “Your beauty doesn't match this heartlessness. Someone might think you're the one that runs a drug gang”. “At least I won't keep it from my spouse”. Oh. Oh, this was war. Okay. Fine. If breakfast didn’t work, maybe I needed to go a step further. Operation Grand Gesture. Spoiling her silly could do the trick.

“No, I have not been spoiled.” Damon’s brow lifted slightly. “Are you sure? Because spoiling is part of Nana’s specialty and you just said it yourself that you’ve had that first hand.” “That’s called recovery support.” “Same thing.” Scarlett scoffed. “You’re just jealous you didn’t get Nana treatment.”