Try Not To Fap Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice slightly choked. "A relationship that's forced never works out. Actually, instead of choosing someone who doesn't love you, why not look at the people around you who truly understand and cherish you?" The pop-up messages before my eyes started spinning their narrative again. [Listen! What a kind boy!] [Are you really going to be a heartbreaker? Callum is being so humble!] [Drake is damaged goods. Even Sienna doesn't want him, but you're treating him like treasure!] I looked coldly at these two putting on their coordinated performance.

“You’re it. F*ck me as a friend. Get me pregnant.” Green burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe Purple’s request, but after laughing, he looked at her seriously. “I will.”

"Lena, you're just too paranoid. Never mind. Let's stop talking about it. Eat." I ignored her and picked up my soup bowl to drink. Unbelievable remarks appeared on the light screen. [The cannon fodder would never have guessed there were fertility pills in her soup.] [Haha, this time it's five babies at once. Too bad the system went into hibernation, or the cannon fodder could have conceived more babies.] I lowered my gaze, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cheryl's secretly expectant gaze. I placed the soup bowl back down, and her expression darkened briefly. "Lena, why aren't you having the soup? Isn't it your favorite?"

I'd almost failed the very first test. "Right, sorry," I whispered to myself, looking down at my lap. The woman pushed a contract across the table. "May we begin?" she asked. Armani nodded and I copied him, as instructed. "Wonderful. This is your marriage contract, I trust that you and your fathers have looked it over?" "Yes," Armani answered. It felt wrong to lie but I knew I couldn't say I hadn't seen it; this was another test. "Yes."

And full of nothing but the need to do stupid ass shit-talking because they realized they’re the best team in the state. Which is supposed to be a given since we won the nationals last year… alright, alright… I’m the one getting cocky now. “Yo, Theo!” One of my teammates, Ethan, calls out, gliding beside me with a grin that can only mean trouble. He lowers his voice just enough to be heard over the scrape of the skates. “You heard about what happened to that shit-face Raphael? He got a girl pregnant after his first time. Like, actually knocked her up,” he whistles. “Dude got some major responsibilities coming.”

“What am I supposed to reply?” “How would I know! I don’t chat with people online!” Nina waved her hand. Anna scratched her head and said, “Neither do I, I don’t know how to chat! Damn it, just say whatever.” [Anna: What is nothing?] asked Anna. [Charles: Nothing means I’m not doing anything.] replied Charles. [Anna: What do you mean you’re not doing anything?] [Charles: I’m doing… You!] “...” Anna’s hand trembled as she held her phone. “Why is this man so shameless!”

"Hudson! Gabriel's condition has worsened—he can't wait any longer! Didn't you say you were going to convince Luna? When is she going to donate?" Hudson fumbled to end the call, eyes darting to me in panic. "That's not why I came today—" Slap. I hit him so hard my palm burned. "Hudson Shea, you never fail to redefine just how disgusting you can be."

Sharper. Not fear. Something closer to calculation.

I just hope it wasn't too late. "It's okay, I forgive you. You see, I slept with other people too when we were apart. I have now got more s.exual experience and I can teach you some new stuff. We could also bring more people to our bed." What. the. actual. f.uck!

“No fanboying. No fangirling. No fox-spiriting. Be normal.” Normal. As if that had ever worked.