Tillie's Punctured Romance Novels & Stories

“Do you have plans to woo him?” Upon hearing that, Tilly’s spirits seemed to die down a little. She scratched her earlobe as she muttered, “Of course not. Dreamboats like him are meant to be admired from afar. They’re not dateable.” “Does that mean you were excited over nothing?” Myra teased as she cast a brief glance at the tabloid cover.

Every affair started with a spark of protectiveness. He couldn't drink much, but still, he had stepped in and drunk for her. Unaware, I had stayed up all night nursing him. I wiped my tears and thanked my friend sincerely. ... "Sweetie, come meet your future husband," Harriet called out on the couch, scrolling through her tablet. I looked over and saw a sharp, handsome face on the screen, nothing like Desmond's softer features. I remained silent, doubting that I'd have anything to talk about with someone like that.

"Because you're my wife, damn it! And I know when something's wrong with you!" "I'm not your wife anymore!" "Yes, you are!" "No, I'm not!" "Jane, we're still married!" "Not in any way that matters!" "It matters to me!" "It doesn't matter to me!" "Why not?" "Because you destroyed our marriage!" "I'm trying to fix our marriage!" "You can't fix something that's completely broken!" "It's not completely broken!" "Yes, it is!" "Jane, if you're pregnant, that changes everything!" "Why?" "Because a baby is a second chance!"

“You ruined my chances of going to my dream college next year.” Was she really on about that still? Didn’t she know that there were other colleges out there that she could choose from? She could easily attend one of those until that exam came back around. “I didn’t ruin anything.” I point out. “You’re the one that damaged my car.” “I hardly made a dent,” she snaps, crossing her arms so that her breasts bulge and entice me. “If you want me to damage it, I can so that your accusations can at least be correct.”

"I want to see Garrett! You can't lock me up! I'm Mrs. Frank!" She slammed her hands against the glass like a madwoman, with no trace of her former sweetness left. Garrett just stared blankly at her, finally realizing how utterly foolish he had been all along. "You ruined my life," he rasped. "You turned me into a cripple. You deserve to die!" But his body was so decayed that he couldn't even stand, let alone do anything to her. "The one who deserves to die is you! Why'd you have to collapse right in the middle of the wedding? If you'd just held on a little longer, I would've been Mrs. Frank!" Loretta sneered.

She deliberately paused, dragging out the suspense before adding in an innocent voice, “Intimate. “But maybe my friend saw it wrong. I mean, Diana loves you so much. There’s no way she’d cheat on you, right?” The moment those words left her mouth, Michael’s expression darkened instantly. His hand shot out, knocking over the vase on the table. The ceramic shattered against the floor, fragments scattering at my feet. He glared at me, his voice thunderous with rage. “Diana! So you’re refusing to see a movie with me because you want to sneak around with some other guy?! “How shameless can you be?!” I lowered my gaze and stared at the broken shards on the floor. Before I could respond, Susie once

THIRD PERSON As soon as Eric untied Tara from the chair, Anabelle appeared. "Wow, look who we have here, Mr lover boy," She said pointing the gun at Tara "Anabelle, please drop the gun," Eric plead "And why should I drop it?" She fired back.... "Now that you are here, I finally thought of something. Making Tara suffer by watching me kill you first will be best before killing her," She said smiling mischievously as she pointed the gun at Eric

Upon hearing the truth, Benedict and Yvonne were dumbstruck and frozen to the spot. They thought that they had found true love, but they did not expect that God would play a joke on them. Who would have guessed that their relationship was an incestuous one between an aunt and her nephew? Sophia was worried that more problems would appear the longer they kept on delaying. She urged, saying, “Let’s not wait any longer. The day will break soon, so let’s do what we need to do first!”

“Let’s promise each other that we will use the uprising to stop your marriage and make ours possible. And if the uprising doesn’t work out, we’ll promise each other today that we’d rather die together than marry someone other than each other.” “I promise.” I said holding out my pinkie. He suddenly left my hair to fall over my shoulders. “I promise too.” He said and crossed his fingers before me. We laughed. “What’s this?” He asked me. “I don’t know, I think this is how we promise where I come from.” “Okay, let’s do it your way.” He said holding out his pinkie too. “So just like this?” I hooked my pinkie with his and we smiled. “It’s a promise then.” He said smiling down at me.

I snorted “Is there a problem Mr. Markson?” Mrs.Campbell shouted. “No’m, just what you said was funny.” I said through gritted teeth. Everyone chuckled around me. “The death of Willy Loman was not funny.” She said angrily. I felt my face get red and my knuckles made a fist. Lake must’ve noticed because she then said,