Spoil Yourself Novels & Stories

"Oh, poor Hazel, getting spoiled with food and love. You're just going to have to deal with it because we're not stopping anytime soon!" Noah chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Besides, Hazel, you need all the spoiling you can get. You're too hard on yourself sometimes." Hazel's pout deepened, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm not too hard on myself, I just have high standards. And besides, I'm not getting spoiled, I'm just being well taken care of." Naya snorted, her eyes shining with mirth. "Well taken care of? That's just a nice way of saying you're being pampered rotten!"

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.

"We all have different kind of poison, the one that's mild, the one that makes you dizzy, but this one?...this one was the most toxic of them all ... SOPHIE ... Dark shade eyeglass- Check Big hat- Check Umbrella- Check Self esteem?....Self esteem- Not Check, cause it was ruined, completely, brutally, awfully ruined, cause ever since that damn day, which was two days ago. I have become some kind of spy that was literally masked up and hiding away, cause I might bump into him anywhere, and...and God, so far am literally going mad, cause I remembered that diary also contained how my high school life was a cramp

"Plan? Probably use all my savings to buy a very nice dress, shoes, and bags with this badass shade that would have 'Fuck you Slade written over it, and then go hungry for like what? A year? Sleeping under a bridge after Mrs. Peggy would have tossed me out of her house would be the most thoughtful plan I've ever had." "Xena," he said exasperatedly. "That's not it." "Then, what is?" I asked, folding my arms across my breasts. "You don't need to impress him you know? Just be yourself alright? Don't be more than you or less than you, just be you." Me? Let me be me. Do you know what being me is? Oh well, I'll tell you. It means staying up late doing copywriting jobs and then having your Boss sho

“Our spoiled princess, awake and glowing. Perfect timing. Today, little sister, the world is your playground.” “What do you mean?” she asked warily, though her lips curved despite herself. “Shopping,” Dante announced triumphantly. “Every boutique, every brand. Whatever you want, it’s yours. You’ll walk in as my sister and walk out as the girl everyone envies.” Liana blinked. “Dante, you don’t have to—” He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Do not ruin this moment with humility. Today is about indulgence. My rules.”

Now, more people were talking about him and even though she was a part of it, it would be dumb to let it get into her head. She was about to close the page down when she saw another article. This one was a video of Jonah ranting about how he hadn’t been invited to his own uncle’s wedding and how his wedding would be even bigger and better than Xavier’s. For the first time, Charlotte saw just how embarrassing Jonah was. She couldn’t believe she had been married to someone who was so superficial that instead of trying to figure out ways to help himself financially, he was announcing his childishness to the whole world.