Romans & histoires Worthless Regression

The piece of shit used to sell human beings as if they're objects, men, women, kids of all ages as if they're nothing but the source of someone's amusement. My jaw tightened with bloodlust and anger. I low growled throwing a kick to the punching bag imagining his ugly face taking the hits. Punch after punch I feel my hands starting to hurt. My knuckles started to feel sore from the violent friction. He had a family, a wife and kids but he had no problem selling out children and women for profit, personal gain and power in the underworld. I fucking hated how people were willing to do messed-up shit and turn a blind eye just for dirty fucking money.

"The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to be Worthless to the Board of Directors!" The realization hit me with the force of a hundred and twenty-five chapters. Valerius thought he could win because he thought I wanted my suffering to "Pay Off." He thought he could govern me because he was the one who had "Invested" in my first breath. But he forgot that the Origin didn't start with a career path—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Rejection of any hand that tried to hold me in place. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Insolvency.

“Mr. Enrique, let me tell you the truth about your fiancée. Do you really know who Meadow is? She’s a shameless slut and a p**nstar. Back in high school, she seduced Matt every chance she got. She dragged him into locker rooms after school, the backseats of cars in the parking lot, empty classrooms during lunch—anywhere they could be alone. She didn’t just hook up with him; she filmed every single time. Those videos are still online today, easy to find if you search her name. They have millions of views from all over the world. People leave disgusting comments calling her a cum dumpster, a public glory hole, a dirty whore who loves it rough. Everyone saw her naked, moaning, doing things no d

"Are you crippled or just brainless? You're not even worthy of being called a man!" Looking at Andrew's arrogant, shameless behavior, I felt nothing but disgust and second-hand embarrassment.

Just enough to force her to come before me and apologize in person. "I have nothing to feel proud of," I said calmly, looking down at the wolf's skull. "It's true that you were the one who pushed Jacob to take that first step toward betrayal. But what I cannot forgive is everything that came after. The countless lies. The betrayals he chose, time and again. Those were his decisions, Hazel. Not yours." The skull trembled, as if her rage could fracture it from the inside.

“Tell him to stay out of trouble.” “Will do.” To put all the past behind her, Fabe declined the Hamilton Corporation’s proposal. She emailed Bryce’s secretary and stated her reasons as irreparable issues that raised her ex-husband’s eyebrow. “What the fuck is irreparable issues?” Bryce paces in his office. He took his phone, tried Fabe’s old number, and didn’t expect she hadn’t changed it. “Hello….” “Explain to me what your reason means for declining our proposal. Don’t you think it’s unethical and unprofessional?” he commented as soon as hearing Fabe’s voice.

Cheryl couldn't. Cheryl wiped her snot using a thick blanket with dinosaur motifs. The girl tilted her head on the mantle and kept shaking her head. Cheryl felt, as if her world had stopped, that talent was left. Write a diary. Talking to Meredith didn't help. And ended up wanting to make Cheryl tear up the diary even burn it. Tired of crying sleepily, Cheryl woke up, still crying. Is that how despicable she is? Is that so? She's an illegitimate child, so that made Delisha hate her until she was never recognized? Trivial things like this, which kept bothering her. She should never have been there so that she would continue to trouble the others. Cheryl is a bad girl. The girl's cry sounded s

he suddenly asked her. “My life is completed. Who said that a bad decision can change one’s life completely?” She hugged them both. “Who said that one day your will stop with your dumb ideas?” He joked and she hit his chest. “I didn’t even need alcohol to be dumb.” They both burst into laughter. “I accept your flaws, even your flawed resolutions.”

He worked for my father before me and earned my respect through unwavering loyalty. “Good to see you, Tommy,” I say as he pours a glass of bourbon, which I accept. “The pleasure is mine, Marcello.” I take a slow sip, the burn settling in my throat. “You know why I’m here.” His expression tightens. “Mariano is becoming a problem.” I nod, cutting straight to the point. “I want an update on the business accounts.” He types swiftly, then turns the screen toward me and Alessandro. “As you can see, we’ve suffered major losses since the six warehouses were blown up,” he states grimly.