Tillie's Punctured Romance Novels & Stories

Joy: yes you were invited, don't forget to go cherry: of course hunter: of course there are foods Zane: Dead hungry Cherry: such a pg seen by all Bryle joy: go to my wedding 3months from now bryle: okay congrats! joy: thank you When I finished replying to them, I fell asleep again because I was so tired. A/N: sorry for the wrong grammars

Devina, Logan, the entire audience—they all looked as if they had witnessed something glorious happening. And then I heard her slithering tone “Oh, how touching!” Camille’s voice rang out like a bell of doom. I braced myself and closed my eyes for what came next after Nico slipped the ring on my finger and the priest declared us man and wife. Thinking she was coming for me…. Then— *SPLASH.* A bucket of thick, green ooze came raining down but Not on me. On shocked Tilly! A stunned silence fell over the room. Tilly shrieked, her hands clawing at her ruined gown. Laughter erupted. Somewhere, Camille cackled. “Oops.” Tilly stood frozen, seething, her gaze darting between me and Nico.

They got married young, Tilly was 20 and he was 25 but they had been dating for a couple years. Tilly told me the story one night when she’d had a bit too much wine: “since Scott didn’t think he deserved me, he kept me at an arm’s length. I couldn’t figure out what his deal was and he was always just disappearing for days at a time, it made me fucking crazy. One night I had to give him an ultimatum, either tell me what’s going on or I’m out. I thought it was another girl, despite his assurances that it wasn’t, but what was I supposed to think?

Lillee muttered and sat on the chair before she powered on her laptop. It wasn't up to two minutes after Lillee cut off the call that she received a text from an unknown number. She laughed in glee and quickly unlocked her phone. Lillee tapped on the message---ignoring other messages---upon seeing that it was from her spy. A cunning smile donned Lillee's lips upon seeing the pirated Taming Her movie. She quickly tapped on it and laughed in joy upon seeing the movie play. "Tinsley, you had no idea of how I'll be ruining you, do you? How dare you make me become a shadow of myself in my marriage, set, and social media? I swear to make you question the reason for your existence."

Tillie starts stuttering over her words, trying to find a suitable reply before Dirk cuts her off. “Now, why would you be calling her a whore when you’re wearing your skirt so short that your ass is almost hanging out and wearing a shirt that barely covers those fake tits of yours? I’ve seen prostitutes wear more clothing. And let’s not forget you touching me without permission.” he growls out. Oh, this is getting good! You get her muscle god! Before she can answer, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Dirk says, “Run along now, Tillie. Go find a guy with low enough standards to want you.”

ETHAN’S POV “What's wrong, are you okay?” Lilly, Elsie’s friend asked, looking worried. How do I explain to her that I was drowned by her hotness? “Sorry about that, let's just say you are too hot I was already getting burnt by you,” I said smiling after making a joke out of myself. Lilly giggled and said, “Well I hope I get to burn you even more,” “let's see then,” I replied and kissed the back of her hand, we were both lost in the frenzy of the moment and could not hide the fact that we were somehow attracted to each other.

I'd shoved it into my coat pocket days ago. My hands shook so hard I could barely grip the fabric. Seconds stretched like years. Finally, my fingers brushed something small and smooth. I yanked it out, vision flickering. 'Almost there. Just get it in your mouth...' But my hands wouldn't stop trembling. The pill slipped, bounced once—then crunched under a jeweled stiletto. Gianna. She twisted her heel slow, deliberate, grinding until nothing was left but white dust. Then she pressed down—on my hand. Pain shot up my arm. I heard a tiny crack, but no sound came out.

’ Her eyes shift to the flame burning on the candle and a lone tear peels from her eyes, wishing the heat from the flame could melt her pain away, albeit temporarily. “On the first day I met you, on the second day I asked you to be mine, on the third day you agreed, on the fourth day we kissed and on the fifth day we made love, an experience so divine that on the sixth day, you came into the world to truly be mine because we— are a match…. made in heaven,” she mutters to herself, her voice shaky, fighting hard to keep herself from crying any further before blowing out the candle, her heart aching terribly.

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

She felt assured and proceeded to take his hand to admit her faults. "Mr. Cadell, I was just worried about Mrs. Cadell doing something to Liam. That’s why I…" Lucas recoiled away from her touch. It all happened so fast that she could not respond. She clutched her hands forward in a desperate attempt and ended up tearing the paper bag Lucas held in hand apart. Thump! A USB drive and a divorce certificate hit the ground.