Spoil Me Rotten Novels & Stories

"I need those files by tomorrow morning. Before the wedding. If you can get them, I'll know you're serious." Jessica was quiet, conflict on her face. "And if I do this?" "Then I show you the evidence I have against your family. The full extent. And we destroy them together." "You mean destroy Ethan." "I mean destroy the empire built on fraud and corruption. Ethan, your mother, the whole rotten structure." Maya stepped closer. "Are you ready? Because once you start, there's no going back. Your family will never forgive you." Jessica laughed bitterly. "They've never forgiven me for anything. Never forgiven me for not being ruthless enough, cold enough, cruel enough to be a real Hart." She stra

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

My brain is probably listening so I live. I grab the knife from my father's desk and step behind the silent toddler. She doesn't cry and I don't hesitate before sliding the silver across her neck. She falls soundlessly and rich burgundy saturates the floors around my bare feet. Sadness and shame twists through my body as I look down upon the little girl that will never smile or laugh again. "Don't look like that. Your pathetic half sister would never have been anything more than a slave in my house. She had none of the qualities I am after," Rupert says before sitting back down behind his desk.

"But, Scarlet is my friend. You don't have to help and pay me anything just for that." "I know, Amber. But I want to do this. Please let me do this...let me spoil you."

mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning impersonations of a Fellini impaling shes a famous artist keeps broodish bowels and blood tampons in stainless vitrines spot lighted ready for her debut at the Museum of Modern Art she blows torrents of snot like **** her beautiful desperate tongue searching the upper lip a salty runny viscoses snack oozy finding it finally with her

You're my sunshine on a cloudy day, darling. LonelyGirl: My days have been pretty cloudy too. LimberJack: Lay it on me! LonelyGirl: no no no, this isn't for that type of talk. LimberJack: look at it this way, if you unburden on me now I can help you relax. so lay it on me so I can pretend to lay on you, sweetheart. LonelyGirl: you are too good to be true. please tell me you're ugly with lots of insecurities and have a porn addiction or something LOL 😝

, how I begged for my life and my unborn child. How I was starved and tortured till I was finally stabbed to death. I will make sure they bleed, till they beg for death I picked up my phone and called Micheal, after a few rings he picked. “It’s time” i said

“Let’s see how long this one will last. He thinks having money will suddenly make him less of a loser.” “Once men get money that they didn’t work for, they begin to fall in love at every corner,” Mia said with obvious irritation in her voice. “I wish this one will actually suck him dry until he is left with nothing.” “He just had to set his engagement right after Jonah’s own. What a cheap copycat,” Julia scoffed. While they spoke back and forth berating Xavier, the makeup artist rolled her eyes. “If you hate him so much, why did you agree to go to the party?” She asked.

She was trending on the site’s front page. Another text. D:* The Spoiled Princess is a smash hit. You performed perfectly. Clean yourself up. I’m sending a car at midnight. I wish to taste my success. Sloane stared at the numbers, then at the message. The taste in her mouth was a mix of champagne, salt from her tears, and something else, something dark and addictive. She had sold a piece of her soul tonight, and the market had paid a fortune for it. As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act.

You two are the actual couple, whereas I'm just the third wheel…" Brandon's resolve dissolved entirely after hearing that, prompting him to immediately break up with me. Those around us couldn't help but look down on me with disgust. "Haven't you heard? Those who aren't loved are the third wheels! You're the one who came between them, Mabel!" "You really think you're all that with that ugly face of yours, huh? It's good to have confidence, Mabel, but being overly confident is crossing the line." I struggled to push myself up from the ground. Brandon had been ruthless, and the back of my hand was already covered in dark bruises.