The Spoiled Brat Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

To have money of my own, not be a leach or a drain on anyone. It may sound weird, but being spoiled by Bronx is still uncomfortable for me. I was a slave growing up. I had nothing. My bedroom was in a dungeon where no one could hear the Alpha whipping me. All my clothes came from a donation pile by the dumpster of my old pack house. I didn’t even have an actual bed, my makeshift furniture was all from trash. Going from that to having everything I could imagine and more can be overwhelming. A small part of me feels like I don’t deserve it.

Their arrogance is palpable, almost as nauseating as the stench of this place. Bruno's got a rep—beating and cheating on his wife, treating her like shit while he vanishes for "business trips". The poor woman is stuck raising their five children alone. The world would be so much better without fuckers like him, but at least tonight, I can show him that his actions have consequences.

“I don’t care! Scott I actually don’t give a fuck. And that’s why you’re so mad right now. Because every ounce of control you had over me is gone. Fuck you! Fuck this entire family! I don’t need you. Let’s go Rudy.” “Yes, milady.” I squealed as he picked me up and ran out of the house, leaving my horrible family to sit with the awful things I had said to them. *** “You should have seen Scarlett, she was epic!” Rudy laughed to our friends. “She was smashing plates and saying the meanest shit I’ve ever heard.” “But you’re so tranquil when you’re high,” Brett chuckled. “Yeah, well my parents ruined that as usual. They’re such life suckers.” I shook my head. “But no more, I’m done!”

Chapter 52: The Brat Who Fought Back “So, she’s the little girl you’re talking about,” the woman repeated, her voice dripping with mockery. “The spoiled brat who likes Travis?” Heat rushed to my cheeks, burning hotter with every word. The label stung because it held too much truth—too much of the painful truth I tried to hide behind my laughter and careless smiles. I was just a kid, a spoiled brat in everyone’s eyes. And Travis? To him, I was nothing but a ridiculous distraction, an embarrassment.

DENISE These spoilt rich kids knew nothing more than to command and act like they deserved to be pampered and obeyed. Jared might be a hardworking, nice guy but he was nonetheless as spoiled as, his brother, Jerome was. I was doing my best here yet he couldn't even be thankful for it. He was lucky we couldn't yell, else I'd be screaming his ear off! What a crazy, spoilt guy Hailey had to go find her...what the fuck!

‘Was your father spitting nails? ‘I don’t know why you’re asking. You’ve obviously seen him and had an earnest discussion about the enfant terrible .’ ‘We hardly spoke about you at all.* She wondered instantly whether she’d said the wrong thing. Superbrats generally liked to think they were the centre of everyone’s universe. ‘Look, I know you don’t want me here, but - ’ ‘I couldn’t care less whether you’re here or not. If Dad wants to shell out on a babysitter I don’t need, that’s his problem.’

"Just try." He sighed and typed something in. Hit enter. The page loaded and we were in. I grinned. "See? Easy." We spent the next hour going through everything. Her I*******m posts were boring. School stuff. Books. Pictures with Ava. Nothing useful. Her T*****r was the same. Her F******k was practically empty because who even used F******k anymore?

It's from Kimberly, her big sis. I've been in Russia for three years now—i joined The Bratva to get stronger. If you see this when you get out, then you might wanna come join me. We have to punish the bastard who framed you for our parents murder. The clan stopped taking females though, so you'll have to live as a boy if you're coming. I bought you a new identity as Micheal Alonso, get the details from the cyber man in the third street. He'll get you the invite and the QR code, too. See you soon, Adeshka. A smile painted Adeline's lips—a sad smile, but at least... there's hope.

And once I did, every single one of them came apart like cheap fabric. One guy had been quietly involved in a corporate espionage scandal over a fifteen-thousand-dollar pen. A pen. Another woman ran a so-called “motivational retreat” that somehow ended with multiple lawsuits about goat therapy. And the last candidate of the day seemed like a normal, respectable man until I found his private blog claiming billionaires live in underwater cities. By the end of it, I was done. I came home, dropped my phone on the table, and decided I wanted something different tonight. Something I could control. Something that didn’t irritate me. That’s when I pulled up Velvet’s page.

“The least you could have done was say thank you but it's obvious that you're still an ungrateful brat. Just like how you were when you ran away from home, choosing to not support the family.” “Yeah, I'm such a terrible person for not wanting to live a life of crime.” She scoffed. “Let me continue being a brat, thank you.” “Well, that life of crime put food on your table and sent you to highschool.” Rodriguez said to her. “It bought you all the nice things you had and even let you live in luxury like a princess.” “Did I ask for that?” She questioned him in anger. “I was born into that life. I did not ask for anything, not the money, not the luxury, and definitely not crimes. I did not ask fo