Spoil Me Rotten Novels & Stories

Furious, she shot Lily a glare and thought, ‘Did she add something to my First Love sample? Lily looked back at Melanie smilingly, but her gaze was as cold as glacial. Indeed, Lily asked Olivia to add a particular ingredient to Melanie’s sample. When its base note appeared, it would give off the stench of a rotting fish. Lily was sure Melanie would use the First Love sample on herself to stand out. However, the tampered perfume’s base note had appeared just in time. “You’re right. No wonder there was a stench earlier.” “I didn’t expect the base notes to differ so much when its top notes are so similar!”

hurt me do those things to me whip my skin" I said "I will do anything that I want first let me treat your hand" She screamed "no" I know how stubborn she is I started making love I removed her frock and snuggled on my twinnies tears rolling from my eyes she wants painful romance but the pain is burning my heart we don't know how many times we did finally she is exhausted and sleeping I cleaned her and dressed her wounds she is sleeping peacefully how she known this truth Who is spoiling her mind like this the only person who can do this is sana but she is dead then who can dare to these all there must be someone else

“You could pull a stunt and still make it convincing. Because with that fucking expression on your face, I didn’t even have a flicker of doubt. You really had me believing you were a chef!” He shrugged, leaning against the counter and looking at me with those beautiful, excited eyes. “At least I am good at something else.” My hear fluttered at the thought and I felt my pussy chim because yeah, he was indeed good at fucking your pussy only to leave your legs trembling. We were so busy laughing and teasing each other that I didn’t notice the smell at first. Then, a sharp, burnt scent hit my nose. “The plantain!” I yelled. Zaydeen spun around, but it was too late. The slices in the pan were alr

If he was angry, he quickly masked it by gulping down the glass of water on the table. “You should let the past go Miyara.” He let out a low laugh. “And focus on the future.” A waitress joined us, a brunette who wouldn’t stop flirting with Finn. She blushed when he winked at her, completely ignoring me. Across the table, a woman in red gave me a pitying look, like she knew exactly how pathetic this charade was. I forced a smile anyway. A few moments later, I was digging into my food, twirling a forkful of mushroom risotto when I felt a chill run down my spine.

I only wore it because of Simon, I had wanted to look sexy when he stripped me naked in my erotic dream but he only pulled it down but failed to give me the one gift he had always promised me. He would've fucked me, fed me with that delicious lollipop I had always craved for only if this fool hadn't interrupted. Soren always ruined everything. He was nothing but a killjoy. "How about I show this to mom and tell her how much you love masturbating in your sleep, uh? What do you say, pretty girl?" He taunted, a dangerous smile resting perfectly on his lips, one that made him look more demonic. A gasp flew out of my lips as I grabbed his arm.

“And you’ll love me even more when the money hits.” I flopped back against the couch, covering my eyes. “Two days,” I mumbled. “What am I even doing?” Gia nudged me with her foot. “You’re being brave. And practical. And slightly terrified, which is exactly how bad bitches grow badder.” I peeked at her through my fingers. “You’re awfully philosophical tonight.” “I’ve been watching motivational videos,” she said solemnly. “I’m practically enlightened.” That made both of us laugh until tears formed at the corners of our eyes.

Elon panicked, his voice shaking. Andrew smirked. "Fatty, you talk a big game, but don't worry—I'm not going to kill you. That pill is called the Bone-Rotting Elixir. If you don't get the antidote in three days, your muscles will wither, and your bones will rot. It's a slow, painful death." Elon's face turned ghostly white. "Where's the antidote? Andrew, you bastard, give it to me now!" he screamed, his voice filled with desperation.

"Let go! This is the future of thirty-nine students!" "I don't need your charity! I'll prove that pink works just fi—" Ms. Ashby yanked hard, and her foot slipped, her skirt tangling around her ankles. Everyone only had time to watch her pitch backward. A shriek rang out, and she toppled into the decorative fountain behind her, the entire stack of admission tickets clutched to her chest. By the time they pulled her out, every last ticket in her arms had been reduced to a soggy, disintegrating mess.

annoying. I wrapped my hand around the side of his neck. Can't talk if you can't breathe. I began to bounce up and dumb which caused him to groan holding my hips. It went on for a good while that with the jetlag and this much work I crashed out. Until more came along. I looked over and saw the clock which meant it was really early. I needed to get to Medusa's soon. I stood under the hot water just to wash off my dirty sins and the ones that I was about to commit. Looking in the mirror I see myself. But is it really me or is it someone else? "Alright Sugar, you're one bad bitch. People want to be you, not get it together it's game time." I tried giving myself a pep talk but really all I want

“Even if it’s the last thing I do.” “Pay?” Anna laughed. “How are you going to make me pay? After tonight, your reputation will be destroyed. Your life will be over. Everyone will see you for what you really are—a desperate slut. You’ll be so ashamed that you’ll probably kill yourself.” “You... you’re a monster,” I hissed. “Monster?” Anna smirked, leaning close one last time. “No, honey. I’m just someone who knows how to put trash like you back where you belong.”