Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

How I want to have an iPhone. I sighed, "You seriously don't know how to detect sarcasm on someone's sentence." Sophie put down her iPhone and looked at me. "But, well. If you know and if you could share what you know. Why not?" I said, raising my hands and doing these weird as fuck gestures I do whenever I feel worried and… you know, ashamed of my stupidity. Fuck it, Kath. Why are you so indecisive?

I suck? Well, I guess I do. Pretty much, indeed. Because if I didn’t, why would I be hurting from words that I formulated for him? I suck so much, and that explains why I have been entertaining these feelings for him. I suck so much, that is why even a disgusting nobody like Leon dumbed me like I was a piece of rotten shit. Yes, I stink pretty much, and that must be the reason why even my only best friend has abandoned me at a time when I need her the most.

Sofia's POV What? Just like that? My thinking was right. All I had to do was succumb to just what he wanted. I was nervous for a moment even though I have been given the go-ahead. This was what I wanted but I'm not so sure anymore if I'm capable of pleasing him. I haven't done this before. Fvck! Why are my cheeks this red? Am I suddenly shy? "You haven't sucked a d¡ck before. Have you?" His masculine voice sounded in her ears and I grit my tooth in embarrassment.

"I'm fucking calm!" "Yes, you are," I murmured sarcastically. My stomach rumbled softly, a familiar but unwelcome sensation. It had been doing that for some time, but I still couldn't bring myself to swallow any food. "I'm hungry, but nothing seems to be passing my throat. I don't know what to do," I admitted, my frustration evident.

“What?” “I feel sick. I want to cry. I want to do something, but I cannot do anything. Without knowing, I let myself go too far. It was a big deal, but I waved it off. Now I’m in trouble, and I wish my mother was here to give me a hug, and lend me her shoulder. Right now, I don’t just understand myself. I feel stupid.

Ding-Ding Nino takes out his phone nervously and cautiously after hearing the notice. However, all the expectations fade with just one single peek. Well, it is not surprising at all that it’s another rejection from the interview. He throws himself into the bed leaving the poor phone nowhere to be found in the mess, though it seems that he should be the poor one actually. Life sucks. Nino doesn't even remember how many times he has cursed his life ever since he started to find a job as he will graduate from college in months. The insecurity and anxiety are killing him, though all his classmates probably are experiencing the same.

This is just a sick joke. It has to be. It has to be my brain misfiring because I lost too much blood or because I hit my head too hard or because I am actually dying and this is my punishment for every bad thing I have ever done in my life because there is no other explanation that makes sense right now.

“Since you have nothing better to do with your mouth, why don't you do something productive and suck my dick?” I just smiled sweetly. “My pleasure.” I won.

“Shhhhh, babe, just relax. You are so on your period right now.” “I’m not, I’m not … I fucked up. I said some seriously mean shit in there.” I keep replaying my own words in my head and I’m thoroughly disgusted with myself. My mouth just got away from me or something. I don’t know why I keep letting that happen. It’s like I’m in self-destruct mode or something.

I had to swallow my spit four more times before it went down, way too lazy to get up and search for water. God, my life sucked.