Spoil Yourself Novels & Stories

Sophie whispered to herself with a sly smile, the kind that never quite reached her eyes. She didn’t just disappear—she curated an escape. Boarding flights to distant cities, she immersed herself in glittering skylines, exotic cuisines, and scenic backdrops tailor-made for envy-inducing I*******m posts. Paris, Tokyo, Santorini—each destination became a stage for her grand performance of healing and reinvention.

His family has helped kids get through college by giving them grants. "Mia. I know you're used to buying your own stuff, and I know you don't like anyone pampering you. But I want to do it. Let me take care of you for once. I have enough money saved up on my own to spoil you for the rest of your life. All I ask is that you love me in return as much as I love you. You deserve to be pampered, you deserve to be spoiled rotten. And there is nothing wrong with that." he says, making me look at him lovingly.

The day we go to pick out our wedding rings, I show up half an hour late trying to save five dollars on the cab fare. By the time I arrive, my boyfriend Travis White and best friend Evelyn Moon have already picked out two rings. They're too busy talking and don't even notice me standing behind them. "This 20 thousand dollar ring is your birthday present. And this 800-dollar one is for Sadie." Evelyn playfully punches Travis's arm. "Stop it! You've already been pretending to be broke to test Sadie for three years. Isn't that enough? "If you dare treat my best friend badly after getting married, you'll have to answer to me!" Travis sighs. "I checked her bank balance last night. She's o

Zoey: Well, you are the embodiment of a piece of shit 😂 She sent a literal emoji, and immediately, she hated herself. It showed she was folding Professor Beaumont: I’m sorry, Zoey. I meant it when I said I’ll do anything to make it up. Zoey: Can’t really think of anything now, but I’m not saying that if you keep giving me money, I wouldn’t take it 🤷🏽‍♀️ He typed, deleted, typed, deleted. Zoey: By the way, I splurged all of the money you gave me at the Apple Store today. My other phone broke and I wanted to spoil myself. Got the new iPhone and some other things.

Debutant balls, fundraisers, charities, community, and now even my own happiness. The more I think while we journey on to wherever it is we are going the more I begin to resent all the aspects of my life that have driven me to this point of self betrayal. Maybe it would be better off if I stayed gone a bit longer. Let all parties conduct their businesses as they may. I have nothing to lose at this point. Yet at the same time I’m not sure exactly what I want either.

His eyes were spitting fire, while my heart grew colder by the second. Only when my vision blurred to white did his hand finally let go. He scooped Aria into his arms, his gaze slicing over me like a blade. "Harper, I'm deeply disappointed." I lay amidst the shattered porcelain, blood staining my luxurious dress. The man who once treated me like something precious walked away without a single backward glance. Actually, I wanted to tell him— Joseph, I'm disappointed too.

"No!" Galen's face darkened, and his grip nearly crushed my bones. Celine Baker watched with glee, though her voice carried fake concern. "Sabrina, you're way out of line. You just ruined a perfect wedding. The ceremony isn't even over, and look at you already making a scene. How shameful for Galen." Her words almost made me laugh through the pain. My fingers were broken, and I was being publicly humiliated. Yet, somehow, I was the one being accused of causing trouble. She made it seem like I had ruined everything on purpose because I wanted to escape this marriage.

Theo swept his gaze over the shared bicycle I'd carelessly left unlocked nearby and frowned deeply. "I… I'm out here experiencing life!" I blurted out, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Is digging through trash your idea of experiencing life?" Theo asked, pointing at the overturned garbage bin by my feet. A few empty water bottles had even rolled out onto the ground. An idea suddenly flashed through my mind. Since things had already gotten this embarrassing, I might as well commit to the act completely.

Hideous prompted, urging Sherly to continue. Hideous knew that this was only on the surface, and there's still a lot of things that they might know that aren't known by other people. Sherly's lips twisted into a grimace as she delved deeper into her description of Elisia. "Spoiled rotten by her own mother," she continued, her tone laced with disdain. Ah, knowing that fact, she really hated it. She hated those people who are spoiled and rotten and have no consideration for those around them. "She thinks highly of herself and believes she's entitled to everything." She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, what could we expect? She's spoiled rotten; of course, she will think highly of herself," she a

Something that demanded my full attention, something that would soothe the raw edges of my anxiety. Suddenly, an idea sparked. The spa was a place of indulgence, of sensory overload and of forced relaxation. It was perfect. My parents had left me with a credit card, a golden ticket to whatever I might need or desire during their absence. This time I decided it was a crucial self-preservation need.