Spoil Yourself Novels & Stories

A little something called self sabotage. Self sabotage; behavior or thoughts, especially of an involuntary or unconscious nature, that are harmful to one’s own interests or development. Liviana never thought of herself as being so reckless, so careless. So, why was it that whenever the threat of having her mask ripped away arose, she turned into this villain? She would scream, thrash, threaten. And then, when none of that worked, she would plot. She would rewrite her character, stopping her dance as, instead, she glared. She stopped the entertainment, dropping the act and putting an end to her puppet show, and she would emerge as someone new, someone unrecognizable. Someone that they wouldn’

"She's naive to think that there's anything real between us." The woman's response was a flirtatious giggle, followed by a low, sultry voice. "Oh, Caspian, you're terrible. But I must admit, she does seem rather foolish." The sound of their laughter, mingled with moans, indicated that something indecent was happening inside. I felt a wave of anger and disgust wash over me. Caspian's betrayal was not only personal but also deeply disrespectful to Juliet, who trusted and cared for him.

Jessica's POV. I had always heard of the same which says that too many cook spoil they brought but I never knew that it was applicable to even today as they were a lot of things that I wanted to indulge in but I decided to stop doing them because I just figure out that it was going to waste my time and I was going to have to speak a lot of trash just to be able to get my back. Nobody what's going to help me out now that they had really figured out that I had been committed to making things work with Nate.

Fetish - Selena Gomez & Gucci Mane 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I don't know why I feel like I want to be spoiled with my husband. My children, not awake yet. Sunday, I let them rest. And today too, I want to sleep all day long. I want to spend the day in bed. Being served, or being pampered and given the best service from the husband and maybe the children. Because usually I always spoil them.

A luxurious, five-star resort called "Rich Woman’s Life." I knew my spirit was getting corrupted. There were moments—fleeting, guilt-ridden moments—where I thought I should find a job, support myself, become the independent, driven woman I used to be. But then I’d stretch out on the soft sofa, pop another grape into my mouth, and the thought would evaporate like steam from a bubble bath. After wasting the entire afternoon like this, I found myself at the dinner table once again, staring at an absurdly decadent spread. If this kept up, I’d be too spoiled to ever go back to the life I came from.

"Listen, if you don't like it, then stop doing it. It's really as simple as that. Everybody has something about themselves that they don't like, but they never want to do anything about it. I've seen men and women who were chronic adulterers, and they hated what they were doing to their spouses, but they won't stop cheating. I'll agree that some people need help with their problems, but it's more the fact that they need help with their willpower...getting them to the point where they can stop. You don't have that issue. You can stop being a spoiled, rotten bitch anytime you choose. You're not spoiled because of anything Race has done. You're spoiled because you accept it and use it.

"Well, look at me! Every day is just about looking after the two kids and nothing else to do. I'm so bored of my life!" "Before there were two other women, they would come to me and take me to a spa to have skincare. It was so boring, just lying there and letting others press around on your body." Michelle stroked her delicate, fresh skin. "I think at my age, my skin is still full of collagen. There's no need to let the beauticians rub around on my face. I might as well buy some top-notch skincare products and use them back home myself. It also saves time."

Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho. Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.

How am I supposed to forgive you when all you do is kneel? So, Jenna started slapping herself like a glitchy robot, alternating between her left and right hands as she struck herself hard. The sharp, stinging cracks echoed through the ward, and the red, livid handprints on her cheeks were a jarring sight. Madelyn would send her running across the city for churros, only to toss them in the trash can after a single bite and send her out to buy a fresh batch. Jenna kept it up for two weeks. By the time she came back to me, she looked haggard, like she'd aged 20 years.

— Can you stop behaving like a spoiled brat? — I'm not behaving like a spoiled child! Ever since we decided to come to this club, you're insufferable, you ignore me, and I'm the one who's spoiled? — You don't understand... This dress is too much for me, the guys are eating you with their eyes, I can't take it... — And? If you're going to be messing with what I wear, and feeling jealous for others, I think it's better... — It's better, what? Won't you tell me you want to break up?