Taylor Swift Two Is Better Than One Novels & Stories

They thought maybe I would report them to Daddy. If they only knew, I already just gave it up to the boy—to Steven. Just kidding! “Aish! I was jealous to the both of them. Should I contact Steven again?” I whispered to myself while biting my lip. “Don’t be rude Haesoo. You promised Dad that you would graduate from college first and then you would go back to that man,” I whispered to myself again as I sat down. “Why do I have to become a girl? Being a boy is easier, I hope was a male so I'm free to do what I want especially in sex life,” internal hair flip while laughing like a devil.

“Fine, you do you, girlfriend. But just so you know, I’ve warned you,” "Oh Hallee, you have such little faith in me. This is Taya 2.0 we're talking about," I whipped my hair in the air for an added dramatic effect. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Howard loves me the most! This time, he'll definitely see your true colors. You'll never hurt my family again!" Perhaps our taunts pushed Sue over the edge, she grabbed a knife and slashed my leg in anger and humiliation. "Oh, really? "But somehow, I feel like he'll believe me no matter what I say. "Don't believe me? Just wait and see." I was still reeling from the pain and shock when Sue looked up and confirmed the timing with the head thug. Then, with an eerie smile on her face, she slowly and deliberately began tearing at her clothes. I thought a sharp and seasoned businessman like Howard would easily see through the flaws in Sue's ridiculous plan.

What can I do when she has already made up her mind. I shouldn't have tried to fall in love with her, I was too bad for her, she was too good for me. She and Shawn are the perfect match and I was just a fool to think I can actually get the girl. Now I actually know my place.

We got a second chance to fix our marriage, and I didn’t waste that opportunity. And while fixing our marriage, throughout the road, I also manage to fix our relationship with his family. That leads us through our real happily ever after. Love is indeed sweeter the second time around. ___________________ F I N ___________________

So the relief is real, even if it sits right next to something that I am not going to examine at three in the morning. Taylor Swift has been in my ears for four days straight. Not because I sat down and curated a heartbreak playlist with intention and self-awareness, but because I put a playlist on shuffle and somehow every single song it lands on is about a man who turned out to be exactly what your instincts told you he was from the beginning and you ignored them anyway. ‘The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived’ has been on repeat for the last two hours and I’m not going to pretend I don’t know why.

Ang hirap pa rin kapag parehong marunong tumibok ang puso mo. Because sometimes... Two is better than one. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

"You know, you never said what the second thing was." Taylor dug in her purse for her keys. "What second thing?" "You said there were two things you wanted from a man. To be worshipped like a goddess, you said, but you never said the other." Taylor let herself into her car. She nearly slipped, her thighs were so wobbly. The car started so loudly in the confined space it literally made me jump. Was she not going to answer? But as she backed out, her window rolled down. "Duh, Mr. C. Same thing every goddess wants. To be fucked by a god." Then she winked, flipped me off, and drove away.