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.

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.

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.”

But she didn’t. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat pretending to be a woman. Flirting with a man like Enzo—using your presence to get under my skin.” Her voice turned sharp. “You're not smart. You're not special. And you're certainly not wanted. You're a SLUT!!” My chest tightened. “Shut up,” I said, voice trembling. “You don’t know anything about me.” “Oh, please,” she sneered. “You think just because you live under his roof, you matter? You’re just a charity case playing house.”

After my miscarriage, the doctor told me I would never be able to have children again. Not long after, my husband brought home a boy from an orphanage. Still devastated by the loss of my baby, I poured everything I had into raising him as my own son. I quit my high-paying job and devoted myself to him completely. I pushed him all the way into a top university, while years of neglecting my own health left me riddled with illness. On the day of the celebration dinner for his college admission, he pulled out my oxygen line. Only then did I learn the truth. The boy I'd raised as my own was actually my husband's son with his secretary, the woman he'd been having an affair with. When I opened my e

She pouted. "I want you to spoil only me." "You should've said that before we made babies, so I wouldn’t bother about babies first and just spoil you," he teased. "But I'll still spoil you, my wife. You are my one and only woman." He sat up and bent down a little over his sulking wife. "How do you want me to spoil you then?" His hand caressed down to her navel and further down… "I'll let you have your way to appease me." She grinned. He grinned back at her and kissed her curves down to her hips, then to her side.

I could not help laughing when I heard what she said because I know that she's definitely going to call Liana a spoiled brat because I know how Liana can be sometimes. “And you also didn't do a good job raising her.” I told Nanny, referring to Shayla, she obviously did not look surprised when she heard what I said because anyone that knows her knows very well that she's a spoiled brat, and she doesn't care about any other person apart from herself. She doesn't care about how any other person feels, or she cares about how she feels, and what she wants, she gets.

She was abruptly grateful for James' restraining grip as it took every ounce of willpower not to hurl herself bodily at Spike right then. "You disgusting piece of filth!" she spat, words practically sizzling with venom. "You come anywhere near me or my baby, and I'll shred you into pieces myself!" Spike's slimy chuckle was utterly devoid of humor, rich with amused malice instead. "There's that famous fire I've heard so much about. Don't worry, baby doll - I like my girls with a little vinegar in their veins. Makes the breaking so much more...satisfying."

“Alright, I’ll tell Than you were well behaved.” I gasp. “Don’t you dare lie to demon daddy!” As if on cue, her eyes does that dangerous eye twitch, which means I’m getting laid or buried and I really fucking hope it’s the first one. If nothing else, I’m damn near sure I’m winning this argument. “I’ll buy you new spoons,” she suddenly offers. I pause and force full attention on her, “how many?” “One.” She offers. I gasp, slapping a hand over my heart. “That’s insulting.”