Novel & Cerita What I Wouldn't Give

Just imagine the limited edition of the book you really want is already within your reach but our boss doesn't want to give it to you. He raised his eyebrows at me."Nah, money can't buy happiness. Try hard to get this book. I gave it as a gift to you earlier but you didn't want..." "I didn't notice! I didn't know it was a limited edition! Just give the freaking book to me!" Oh my gosh! I am so mad, I really don't want someone who doesn't give me what I want! Of course. "No, Evianna. I won't." He said more and stuck out his tongue at me.

Should I add selfishness to the long list of why I don’t deserve him? Most probably.

People like Riffen are definitely helpless. Doris thought, “Riffen, aren't you angry? I mean to tease you like crazy, but it's best to go crazy. I didn't mean to say that I couldn't say it, anyway, life is too bad, if you can't say it, life is a bit boring but it's better than being forced to say things that shouldn't be said. Thank you, Riffen, it may seem like not being able to say it is a disadvantage, but for a person like me who is not as good as dead, not being able to speak can make you angry, not happy, so it is not a waste." Riffen got angry, he approached Doris, one hand forcefully squeezed her mouth again and said:

“Come on, I can lend you one—” “No!” She suddenly snapped and stopped walking. Her face turned grim. “Why would you give me one? Did I beg you to give me one?” “Vivienne, it’s not what I mean—” “Then, don’t ever offer to give me anything that was way too much. I felt like I was a real charity case.” “Viv—”

If you know what it is, then I will not hesitate to give you what you want. Come again?!!!

"Why should you get everything? I went to music school too, y'know. What makes you better? Here's a thought—give me your spot, and I'll say something nice about you to Michael." I almost laughed. Then it hit me—bitterness. How sad is that? My own fiancé needed her to vouch for me. I gave her a cold stare. "Do you even hear yourself? You're not qualified for something like this. Saying stuff like that just makes you look desperate." I reached for the invite, but she clutched it, all hurt and dramatic. "We worked together. Do you really have to embarrass me? It's just one invite—why are you being so greedy? If you're really that good, you don't need this to prove it, right?"

"But yesterday... seeing Don at that cafe... it broke something inside of me permanently. The way he looked at you with that sheer, terrifying rage. The way he tried to corner you, to control you, to humiliate you in public... and then turning around and using me as a pathetic rebound tool just to make you jealous. He didn't love me, Yola. He doesn't love anyone but himself. I looked at him and realized I don't want him anymore. He’s a hollow, cruel shell of a man." Maria buried her face in her hands again, her loud, broken sobs drawing a brief glance from the counter attendant. "But the worst part... the absolute worst part is that I can tell I am losing my best friend. I traded fifteen yea

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE TORIA’S POV I hated goodbyes. Not because they were emotional, not because they are pretentious, but because they are unnecessary. I mean there was always someone crying, someone giving an annoying speech. Or somebody acting as if you were being deployed for war, meanwhile you’re just leaving for a couple weeks. It’s just something about this that gave me the ick. Why do humans show lots of emotions for people that may or might not actually give a fuck about them? It’s quite absurd.

He casually ordered me, “Wesley, pick those books up for me.” I did not move. Furious, Simon grabbed my arm. “Aren’t you being ungrateful? Look at what you’re wearing! That would’ve been mine. I gave it to you!” I frowned and said, “You gave it to me? Didn’t you decide by yourself that you didn’t get enough and wanted me to walk the same path as you did in the previous timeline?”

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