Spoil Yourself Novels & Stories

"Anyway, I'll still treat you like a princess. Your Mom spoils you a lot, so... I'll spoil you a lot, too," I chuckled. I couldn't contain my happiness right now. "Come on, you spoiled me a lot. You insist on giving me everything," Although those are only materila thinfs, and nothing more important for me. I don't like money, or new clothes, or brand new car, those don't affect me. He shooked his head. "I don't want to be like that anymore. I want to spoil you with more valuable experience, I'm not too late, aren't I?"

, she said before standing in front of him. "I spoil you because I love you", he said as he gazed at her affectionately. "Will you still spoil me if I become fat, ugly or old?", Sky tilted her head as she asked mischievously. "Yes! I will spoil you even more then", he chuckled lightly as he pinched her nose. "But I won’t cherish you if you become fat or ugly", Sky snorted arrogantly. "You need to remain fit and in shape if you want me to love you", she said as she pulled his cheek.

Even with her mother’s condition, she’d walk about with a smile plastered on her face. “Joyce, I never offended you. Everything I did was because I wanted you to be mine,” he said honestly but Joyce thought otherwise. If Dylan was so envious of her relationship and could destroy someone else’s image just to get what he wanted, then who knew about the future when problems arise? Joyce couldn’t live with a person like that and said, “Destroying another person’s image to make yourself better isn’t cool.” Dylan wasn’t remorseful. Given the chance, he would do it again. To him, it was better to focus on the price and not the means to get it. Every way was the right way for as long as one could ca

"You're spoiling him. Look at some kids nowadays. If parents don't meet their demands or buy them toys and snacks, they throw tantrums. If you spoil Hunter now, he might throw tantrums when he grows up." Paige defended, "Our child won't be like that." "He might not seem like it now, but if you keep spoiling him, he will be." Paige admitted to herself that maybe he was right. Spoiling was wrong. "You're right. Children shouldn't be spoiled, but what I'm doing isn't spoiling," Paige retorted, feeling defensive. Was that really spoiling? It was just a mother's normal affection for her child. "Carrying him around all the time, kissing him, posting his photos on social media every day… How is tha

"You're very arrogant now, Lizzie. But I'm not surprised because you only rely on James' wealth. If it weren't for James, you'd still be trash in my eyes." Rubbish he said? I laughed tastelessly. "Rubbish, yes," I said as I nodded. "Well... speaking of trash, I remember someone who slept with her best friend's boyfriend, and didn't feel guilty at all. What do you call that? Filth? Smelly, disgusting filth?"

poor. What do you want to order—coffee, tea, or me?" Andre joked and changed the topic. "Just coffee; I might throw up if I choose you," answered Maria, who burst out laughing. "You're terrible! You're harsh to me, sister," André joked. Even though he knows he is five years ahead of the other person, his true personality is bubbly, but the people he shows this to are limited. Mostly, they know Andre as having a serious, cold-toned voice and a grumpy one. But the truth is, he is so jolly, and he has a sense of humor. "Hey! You're ugly; what kind of sister are you there? You're five years ahead of me," said Mommy Mari. he said. "If you shout, it's not obvious. I'm still looking fresh an

Of course she did. Ariella pretended not to notice until she heard the fake cough behind her. She turned around, slow and sharp. “Need something?” Melody’s expression was sweet. Too sweet. “I wanted to talk. Just us.” “Talk or manipulate?” Melody blinked. “Excuse me?” Ariella leaned against the bookshelf. “That smoothie trick was cute. Next time, don’t aim for the shoes. It’s too obvious.” Melody’s smile faltered. “You think I’d—”

"What do you mean?" "People used by their families," he said softly. "Who would do anything for a scrap of approval. People who built walls around themselves and forgot who they were behind them." In the elevator's mirrored wall, I saw my own pale, exhausted face. Calm, rational, no tears. Ava, this is how you're supposed to be.

The reason the system asked me to smash the police car was so that I would have an alibi. Even though it asked me to self-sabotage, it wasn't trying to harm me. Since I had figured that out, I raised my hand and slapped Maxey in the face with all my strength! "You fake scum!" I repeated the line the system told me to say. "Who do you think you are to meddle in other people's family affairs? Why don't you mind your own business and stop staring at someone else’s wife! You know I can’t produce the documents, so you intentionally try to stir crap. I think the one who took the documents must be you!"

Success, wealth, and achievement all seemed strangely insignificant compared to the simple privilege of hearing her laugh. "I have a confession," Aliya murmured after finally leaning back just enough to look at me. "Oh?" She nodded. "I think I'm becoming spoiled." I smiled. "By books?" "By you." Her honesty caught me off guard in the best possible way. I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear before gently cupping her cheek, smiling when she instinctively leaned into the touch. "I don't want to spoil you," I said quietly. "I just want you to get used to being loved the way you deserve." The words came from somewhere deep inside me, long before I had the chance to overthink them. They